The snowstorm raged outside, but its misty grayness didn't penetrate the warm glow of the healthy fire inside the small cabin.
Its affectionate glow brought sharp shadows on the cheekbones of the dark-haired girl, curled in the cushy armchair. A thick, dusty, old book rested on her blanket-covered knees. Her brown eyes swept back and forth rapidly, trying to keep pace with the image the words painted in her mind.
Her sock covered toes curled in anticipation of the illustrations the words breathed in her ears.
Outside the storm raged, but inside the girl was transported to a new land, one not as harsh and alone as her own.