Kayleigh stalked her prey through a forest of spears, mindful always of the danger overhead.
Ice crackled underfoot and hung, suspended from boughs—a perfect winter hunting ground for the intrepid heroine.
Her young charges shrieked with laughter as they gleefully evaded her grasp, playing in the bright January sun.
This story came from a wonderful prompt from my friend, Laura, consisting of this photo and the words sun and ice.
I am not usually a cold weather person. I love warm spring days the best. However, the beauty of winter's day can be awe inspiring. I love what you did with the prompt. Now when I see these icy days, I can remember that there is beauty and joy found everywhere, if just we know how to look for it.