Arden settled onto the small chaise lounge by the window in the cozy lobby of the Inner Inn, and heaved a pointed sigh. Resting her face on her hand, she stared outside at the falling snow, and sighed once more.
Winter, if truth be told, was the young girl's least favorite season. There was never any holiday cheer for her. It was just another time in the year...a very long, very cold, seemingly endless period, at the end of which you were so anxious to shed your snow boots for flipflops and swimsuits that you were about ready to scream...
There was something utterly depressing about the sea of snow, as well. In fact, by this point in the Winter, Arden was just about to cry.
Shivering, she turned around once more, and pulled her coat a bit tighter around her thin arms.