Ice flowers formed on the window pane, the snowbanks shimmered in the setting sun. Emma and Franz were snowed in. It turned colder in the house, Franz went to the fireplace to add another log. In quiet they looked through the frosty window wishing that the setting sun would take the memories of their dire days with it, wishing that the sunrise in the morning would bring hope and happiness. The nights had grown longer, there were not many chores in the winter,…..