When it’s a crispy, snowy day with no school I like to curl up with hot chocolate, a blanket, and a book on the couch with a warm fire in the fireplace. Everything is quiet except for the crackles of the fire and a page in my book as I turn it. The silence is one of my favorite parts. I can enjoy my book in peace, without having to ignore Lego minifigures with machine guns chasing down terrorists or a stuffed animal trying to get in my face. The snow seems to have calmed my siblings, at least for a little while. I can smell a warm, chocolaty goodness drifting from my cup of hot chocolate and small hints of sap and smoke as the log burns. Everything seems peaceful and content while the snow falls softly outside, muffling sounds and creating small bubbles of warmth almost abandoned by the outside world.