Prompt: An unexpected and strange blizzard suddenly hits, hurling white and blue snowflakes at our windows and trapping us all indoors.
The world is white. The view outside the window, past sheets of hurling flakes, shows a street blanketed in ice. Blue shadows waver over the snow as bare trees shudder in the wind.
On the table sits a notebook, crisp white paper overlaid with inky sketching. A rainbow of paint smudges staining the tablecloth tell of past artistic endeavors on its surface.
Scarves lay draped over a chair in preparation for future endeavors into the whiteout, red and pink and yellow tangling together in a mass of wool and cotton. Boots stand in a neat row by the door, gray and black and beige, leather sturdiness paired with fluffy linings.
The house is warm, cozy and comfortable, with everything needed to make it through any blizzard from out of the blue. And the best color, for now, would be from a cup of creamy brown hot cocoa topped with whipped cream.
