Rose dragged through the heavy snow, still wondering why her parents suddenly had this bright idea. The comforting prospect was that at least the snow on the roads wasn't as thick as the snow in her front yard.
Rose imagined how ridiculous she must look, swallowed up by the big black coat as she trudged toward the market.
The journey took longer than needed, not because of the snow but because she took her time looking around. Even though Rose would never admit it, her parents were right that she needed to get out of the house.
The snow formed a huge blanket over houses and people's yards. Some had tried to clear it as best as they could, but it didn't dent the mountain of snow.
Rose reckoned they would still have to deal with at least another month of this much snow before things might start to get a little warmer.
