The Long Tale No. 21 - The Changing Wind

The snow fell like spiralling feathers. They formed a soft, white blanket upon the ground which seemed to block out all sounds, movements and emotion from the area. It was just... Still. The man sat in the midst of it all, the dancing angels gently kissing his cheeks before settling around him. The air was crisp and the clouds full, turning the night to twilight. Everything was calm. But then it was that the winds began to fight, each sick of the snow taking claim upon their night. They turned the angels into dogs of war that bit and roared...