Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.