Chill The chill envelopes me as the old door creaks and finally latches behind me. An ice breeze washes over my face, brushes my hair back in all directions. I take a step. The old watch brushes my hand and sends a chill up my arm as I put my hands into my pockets. I take another step. The bright light of the sun reflecting off the crisp untouched snow blinds me, but I keep walking. My boots, black as night, stand out brilliantly against the pristine snow as they crunch down on it, destroying the perfectly smooth layer of white. I reach the old shed on the other side of the property and open the door, pushing a fan of snow away as I do. The cold bites my hands as I reach inside. "Noooo!" I hear being yelled from afar. But it is too late.

Sunset "You should never let the sun set on tomorrow...before the sun rises today." ~If I Am by Nine Days

Early Late That awesome moment when you wake up earlier than you need to and you go back to sleep feeling like you are sleeping in.

LISTEN. NOW. Owl City. Midsummer Station. Perfection.

Golden Tale She set the book down, enjoying the soft thud and cloud of dust as it hit the table. She stared at the tall shelves lining the walls and took a deep breathe. Where would her mind travel next? Which script should she choose to depict her next daydream, placing herself in the middle of the tale? Beside her, her small cat mewed and rubbed her golden head on the girl's sweater. The cat then jumped on the table and onto the pile of old books. Something caught the light as it fell to the dusty floor and landed with a sharp clink. The girl lifted herself from the red leather armchair and picked up the object. A key. But to what?