Krista sighed as she gazed around at the winter wonderland spread before her. She and Stefan had just finished lunch and decided to head outside to check out what the storm had done. It was absolutely beautiful. Wet snow clung to branches and rockfaces, turning everything within view white. The sunlight glittered off icicles hanging from tree limbs, causing them to sparkle like diamonds. The air was still cool and crisp and smelled fresh. With a smile, she inhaled deeply. “Now if we just had a sled.” Stefan raised an eyebrow in question. “A sled?” “You’re kidding, right?” she asked with surprise. He shook his head. “You don’t know what a sled is?” “No.” She placed her hands on her hips and studied him. “What did you used to do as a kid when it snowed?” “We used to take a scrap piece of ship, go to the top of a hill and slide down on it.” She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Stefan, that’s a sled.” He shrugged and walked toward her. “You call it a sled.
