Snow. [It sounds silly even from her, but it is the first thing she says before she swallows thickly. Tugging up her cloak around her neck, her eyes look out to the various houses.]
I am coming upon the tree that is split down the middle. [If he knows where that's at. It looks as if lightening has split it, in a time before the snow and before winter. But now snow piles up on it, clinging to its dead branches. It looks too much like something dead or dying. She moves quicker and turns the camera to show him the tree as she starts to pass it.]
There are yards... and white houses. [Everything seems silent and dead and white. What else can she say?]
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I am coming upon the tree that is split down the middle. [If he knows where that's at. It looks as if lightening has split it, in a time before the snow and before winter. But now snow piles up on it, clinging to its dead branches. It looks too much like something dead or dying. She moves quicker and turns the camera to show him the tree as she starts to pass it.]
There are yards... and white houses. [Everything seems silent and dead and white. What else can she say?]