Winter, to Evelyn, had always seemed a fairytale. The crisp air, dancing tiny snowflakes and the warmth of cocoa near a fireplace made her heart swell. But this last winter was different—this last winter changed everything.
It was late December and one frosty night. A warning of blizzards was sounded for the small-town Maplewood, but nobody had ever thought that it would be the worst one in decades. She had envisaged, curled up in a thick blanket, peace with the beautiful silence of winter where she could think of her next novel. But life seemed to have other plans.
As the storm raged outside, the lights of her house blinked. Moments later, the entire house lay shrouded in darkness. Sheraid it herself; the power had gone out. Although there was no immediate solution, she covered herself well, lit a few candles, and welcomed the eerie yet peaceful glow that filled her house. Then came the knock—soft, hesitant, almost lost in the howling storm.
The small figure on her doorstep was neither clearly missing nor unaffected; it was tender yet so marginally enchanting. So it was that her heart almost jumped into her mouth as she made her way towards the door. It did not expect the hard, coursing cold wind to devour her; she was unable to say a single word as she opened the door. A man stood before her, covered in layers of snow-dusted clothing, nothing detectable but a shadow cast beneath his hood whereby she made an awkward, half-gestureowsers-pigs.
“I am so sorry to bother you,” he shouted in a voice barely audible above the storm. “But I broke down a few miles back and got lost.”
Evelyn hesitated once more. She had been educated from a young age to refrain from getting involved with strangers, particularly during that wicked season of winter. But the tone of his voice could only evoke something like desperation and fatigue; that forced her to step aside. “Come in before you freeze.”
Gratefully, he nodded, stepped in, and shook off the snow, like a ghost shedding his cape. As he warmed his hands by the fire, he introduced himself. His name was Nathan.
As they sat together in animated conversation, Evelyn brought him a cup of cocoa. Hours flew past as Evelyn became enthralled by Nathan’s tale. Travels and adventures as a photographer; seeing the world, capturing its beauty in spite of the extremes of the Winter Blues. But his eyes spoke, they were windows to a wearied heart; and he had never suffered through a storm this brutal. He had made his way, like so many before him, through old towns and lost roads, and fate had led him to her doorstep this night.
As the cold wind howled in a spectral tune, the two strangers spoke of their travels, dreams, and the mysteries of life. Evelyn, who had spent the last couple of years writing lives of others, was now an actor in one. It was almost as if they belonged to each other, like an older author of destiny wrote this bright and distant meeting long before they had even become aware of their existence.
At one moment, she brought out an old photo album. “Always my home,” she said as she fingered pages of winter landscapes, childhood memories, and faded pictures of those loved and lost. “Winter makes time stand still.”
Looking at the pictures, Nathan nodded. “It’s something else how simple snow can taste that way. I’ve traveled wide through most parts, but I think I’ve never really allowed myself to stop and embrace the stillness of a place such as this.”
They took turns narrating stories from the past winters—Evelyn spoke of snowball fights with her siblings, of leading her father to build a snowman before the latter passed on, of the way the lake froze into glimmers under the moonlight.Nathan spoke of the Northern Lights in Norway, of the crunch of snow beneath his boots in the Alps, and how he once spent an entire night in an igloo built by locals in Alaska.
There was no sign that the storm would let up. The wind blasted through the windows, slamming them and bringing in ‘nippy-bits’ of cold air. Evelyn grabbed an extra wrap and handed it over to Nathan. “You should stay over. It’s too dangerous outside.”
He resigned himself to the inevitable in a moment of pause. “Thank you so much. This is more kindness than I could have ever dream about.”
Evelyn found that strange assurance in him as the two of them settled down to spend the night. Here was a man she had met just hours ago but who now was like an old friend to her, one who felt the same vibrant appreciation for beauty present in the world.
The blizzard softened to a gentle snowfall by morning, blanketing the world in pristine white. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds to bring a golden glow over the snow-clad town. Nathan thanked Evelyn for her kindness and prepared to leave, but something in his eyes expressed far so much—something said but never spoken.
“Maybe we will meet again,” he said, smiling.
Evelyn nodded feeling a warmth in her heart that had nothing to do with the fire in the hearth. “Maybe we already did.”
As he disappeared down the road, Evelyn stood at her doorway, watching his figure fade from winter’s canvas.”Another year with a storm, and yet something else–an unforgettable moment, a memory she would cherish forever.
Days turned into weeks, and life resumed its normal course, though often Evelyn found herself thinking of Nathan. She would glance down the road he had taken, half-hoping for his return. She found herself writing differently, weaving real emotions into her stories with depth she had never known before.
One afternoon she was strolling through town and in the café window something caught her eye—a set of photographs of a winter wonderland, each one glowing with a beauty caught by a true artist of the soul of the town. A little note in the corner of the display said: For Evelyn. Some stories are meant to be lived.
She smiled, all her warmth flooding deep inside her heart. Winter had a way of joining people together, freezing moments, making even impossible feats feel possible. Sometimes, that’s how the coldest nights spawn the warmest stories.
Some times, strangers leave a signature on our hearts long after the snow has melted.
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