in her town, the people had all gone. she'd stayed, because no one told her where to go before they all died.

she sits by her window, breathing the snow that blew in too far. on her linen folds the dots of fluff melt.

for some time now, she's been watching intently the lonely crooked tree.

no leaves. no color. it's blending in with the snow world.

she breathes, enjoying the look of white for the first time in her life.