prompt: write about winter.
word count: 64
In the cold dead of winter, the Earth seems to move in slower, more laborious turns. Time halts, stutters, moments of tension or fury linger in the air like static. Sorrow thickens in the bitter, sharp atmosphere. Bodies inch around in fractured motions, upset by shivers. Like a damp blanket, the weight doubled or tripled, the oppresive gloom covers the world. White, untainted.