“She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity. She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like ginger snaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen (via: cozywinterworld)












