There was a burning from the cold Irene's face as she climbed the hill that left the northern side of the township she had gotten comfortable staying in. In response, she slowed Sammy and pulled the scarf higher until it was just under her eyes.
With a moment of pause, the girl turned towards the place she was leaving and her eyes brushed over it fondly. She was sure she would be back on the way home.
While the sun was rising and the clear sky would make one think that it was going to be a warm day, she could see the occasional sparkle in the sky that showed just how frozen the air actually was. It had reached a point she was familiar with where the sky was too frozen to hold clouds. The sun was a misleading backdrop to what would be an awfully cold travel day.
Yet the horse underneath her seemed giddy to keep going so she squeezed her knees and requested he go forth. He bounded down the hill in response and they crunched through the snow with each step.
