Kolli
The sun had set two hours ago, though it didn't make much of a difference. It had been grey all day, that soft, heavy Christmas grey that pressed low over the mountains and made the frozen lake look like white glass, but the darkness of the night was much more welcome when it finally came.
It made the house feel moody and warm in a way it hadn't during the day.
We had switched off the main lights and left only the lamps on, the ones Mama had picked out years ago with the fringed shades that threw dim yellow light in soft pools onto the rugs. The fireplace was going, and that was the real light in the room, flickering orange and gold across the wood floors and the couch where I was seated, tucked into the corner with my thick socks on.
