It was the first snowfall of the year, the first blanket of white that covered her world from top to bottom, and with it, she was finally free. Like a bird in a cage, the seasons trapped her, all but winter. Winter was her home, it held her heart, it set her alight. As if waking from hibernation, she blossomed beneath the ice, waiting for her first breath of cold winter air.
Finally, the world around her matched the heart within her.