2nd Day of Nissa the Maiden, 390
Anlas of Phelim's Vigil

It hasn't stopped snowing all day, the roads of Crossing of covered in a disgustingly grey icey sludge and the guild was full of people who slipped and fell in ice patches and one terrible case of frost bite from a stubborn Tog who had refused to wear gloves. I spent most of the day attempting to forage things and cursing the vile snow the whole while.

When I took the ferry home to Leth, filled with groups of people huddled together in heavy cloaks and scarves, my opinion of the snow changed completely. Leth positively sparkles in the snow. Since most of the actual residents travel through the pathways in the trees the only thing that mared the pristine blanket of white was the shoe prints of travelers along the paths and the tracks of various woodland critters. The quiet as I entered the Rest of Ages for a cup of bergamot tea and a moment with my journal was so pure that you could almost -hear- the snow fall. The evening sun peeked out from the banks of clouds long enough make the snow covered branches shimmer. So different than Crossing, I should just stay home more often and save myself the stress.