I sat there upon the only dry spot the snow falling lightly on my hair.It was midnight yet by the ligh of the moon I still read.My raven hair and yellow eyes still as the trees in the distant.No wind tonight.Only a small breeze fluttered through.My black ballroom dress I wore earlyer in the ballroom.I couldn't stop thinking of the boy.He talked to me..he welcomed me...I felt excepted.