The carts were staggering on the road, the road cleaners had shoveled the snow, and the edges of the road were outlined by the mountains of hardened snow.
Charles wrapped himself inside his thick dear coat, riding his Lord's cart and Jason was behind them, bringing Barbara and Margaret.
The sky kept being elegant but the breeze still was crafty, caressing the snow and it became colder and playful, slyly blowing around, injecting chill to the bones.
Trees had gone heavy, some branches were broken and made Miguel shake his head. It could reveal that many roads had been obstructed by the last night's storm.
"I hope the road is safe and they succeed back on time before the next storm."
Miguel still kept his eyes on the outside and saw Charles that halted. He had to light up the lanterns on foursquare of the cart.
