The sound of a thousand bugs was the only echo throughout the night. Stars were little night lights littered above the tent. A few trees swayed in a slight breeze, not quite enough to rustle a single branch.

“It’s snowing” Annabel excitedly gasped. The soft, icy spheres tickling her cheeks before expiring. She turned her head eagerly from side to side, her chocolate curls dancing through the falling snow.