It took more than ten minutes to walk from Village Chief Lee's house to Uncle Gen's house, with the snow so thick that it crunched underfoot.
Wyatt Wright held an umbrella, with Rae Bennett clinging to his arm, leaving two rows of footprints in the snow. The night was cold, and Rae's cheeks and lips were red.
"Wyatt."
"Hmm?"
She pointed to the distance, her eyes shining, "Look at that tree, and those lanterns." She asked Wyatt, "Which is prettier, the tree or the lanterns?"
The tree was covered in snow, rustling in the wind, while the lanterns illuminated the branches, casting moving shadows.
"Do I have to choose just one?"
"Yes."
Wyatt said, "The lanterns are prettier."
Rae then asked another question, "So, the lanterns are prettier, or the mountain is?"
"The mountain."
She reached her hand outside the umbrella to catch a few snowflakes, "Is the mountain prettier, or the snow?"
"The snow."
