The air is cool as the woman and babe enters the city gates, the glare of light reflecting off of the tall ice panels in the distance. The distinctive smell of cold, ice and snow reaches the babe, and she sneezes, unused to the cold temperature and sharp morning light.
The snow crunches lightly under the woman’s feet as she moves through the city, a fresh layer having fallen this very night and as of yet untouched. In the distance you can hear the first signs of people, it is still early, rummaging and getting ready for the day. The woman stops in front of a building, white and beautiful as the rest of the city. The babe gurgles at the few snowflakes still falling as they make their way into the building.
