Fandom number 19: The Dark is Rising
Dec. 24th, 2007 11:17 pmSnow
He couldn't remember a birthday when he hadn't wanted it to snow. James thought it was because it made sense for anything called Midwinter's Day to have snow, even if it usually didn't, but Will knew that words had little to do with it. His very first memory was of climbing up to the window behind the couch, back when the couch was a mountain and he was too small for words, and the feel of the lace curtain as he pushed it aside with a fat dimpled hand to look out with hopeful eyes at the bare brown grass.
He couldn't remember a birthday when he hadn't wanted it to snow. James thought it was because it made sense for anything called Midwinter's Day to have snow, even if it usually didn't, but Will knew that words had little to do with it. His very first memory was of climbing up to the window behind the couch, back when the couch was a mountain and he was too small for words, and the feel of the lace curtain as he pushed it aside with a fat dimpled hand to look out with hopeful eyes at the bare brown grass.