Thorlund

Why did I stay so late? I knew it was getting dark... The snow has hidden the path, and I think I lost it hours ago. Am I even going in the right direction now? I just want to get home. It is very cold and the wind is not helping. It blows my hair into my face, making an already tangled mess just wrong. I gave up even trying to keep my hood up, though it would probably keep my head a little warme- What was that? I thought I saw something move, in the shadows of the trees. Pulling my cloak a little closer and trying to draw comfortt from the warm red wool, I watch closely through the tears beginning to gather in my eyes.There, there it was ag