Everything looked blurred in the pale light that was gradually diluting the darkness. The dawn was fast approaching, and a soft pink tinted the sky. Outside my window, the snow fell slow, silent, a cruel, greedy lover caressing the earth. It was magical, wonderful, and . . . terrifying. I watched as it sifted down from the sky, covering the world in soft white death. It was killing everything. Winter had arrived and had never left. The frost...