The street was empty and covered in thick, bright, white snow. It was untouched, as if it were a perfectly iced cake that had yet to be devoured. The mother and child walked carefully up it, leaving only footprints behind them. As the girl looked down she saw a set of smaller footprints and imagined a stray cat or dog running along the street earlier that morning. She was gripping her mothers hand tightly, trying not to slip on the secretly hidden icy parts of the path. Her nose was glowing red from the cold but she looked quite warm, wrapped in several layers including a jade green coat, a multi coloured scarf, matching mittens and a bobble hat.
As she got closer to main roads she could see more children, some of which were also clinging to their parent’s hand, while others preferred to wander about themselves, exploring the frosty white world. They too were wrapped in many layers, causing them to waddle rather than walk.
The playground wasn't like the empty street. The smooth surface had been trampled on by hundreds of little wellington boots, causing it to turn to a muddy grey colour. As the bell rang the parents said goodbye to their children, who were eagerly waiting for break time or another snowflake to fall.
Lol.
