A Soft Unfolding

The quiet room felt very still, almost like the pause between chapters in a long story. I noticed my mitten-covered hands resting together on my lap. Slowly, I tried moving one thumb, and it answered—lifting just an inch off my skirt. I reached out and gently pressed the textured white surface beneath my legs. It gave away with a tiny, satisfying squeak under my touch, leaving the faintest dimple I could in the snow. I leaned back against the upright board behind me, taking a calm breath, feeling every little joint settle into this brand new afternoon. #Elvesbehavinbadly @snowballtheelf