WITH THE BEGINNING OF WINTER came the rebirth of another season of celebration. One that was acclaimed widely as Yule, or in the commonly known and admired term, Christmas.
The days were no longer sunny but dusky and the nights were cold enough to make breaths form circular mists in the air. It had snowed that day Clarence visited—the very first snowfall, and ever since, the ambiance of the state was colored gray.
Mornings were frigid with only a few milling about in tight sweaters and leather trenchcoats. They were mostly moving for the comfort of the many coffeeshops along the streets.
Sounds of heavy boots clashing with the cobblestones could be heard as winter-clad people sought out the cafés steaming with the scent of hot coffee and browned muffins. Casselba and Clarence were one of these people to partake in this cozy morning ritual.
