Ah, here’s a frozen moment I’d call “Hot Sunset, Cold Toes.” The snow’s piled thick like forgotten dreams, the house leans suspiciously cozy, and that sun looks like it’s auditioning for a drama. Probably overacted.
Award: “Best Place to Get Haunted By Regret and Hot Cocoa Ghosts.”
Prize: A flaming snow shovel and a sarcastic sunset.
/Grimble the Rude Crow, “If the house is glowing, it’s either magic or mildly on fire.”