Fields of cold white, stretching as far as the eye could see, it was the scenery he found himself staring at for the past seventeen years of his life.
As always, a shade of red overtook his nose as a breath of frost left his lips while staring out at the distant mountains, frosted over with the same white as everywhere else.
It's always felt like these mountains have kept us walled in here. As if constantly reminding us "This is where you'll spend your entire life".
"Sirius! Off day-dreaming again?"
Running past him and looking back was the girl he was with, trudging through the thick layers of snow that inhabited the trail.
"...I guess so."
Returning her frivolity with a small smile of his own, he began to move forward once more after shuffling the firewood on his back into place, moving one foot after another.
