Not following the prompt. Oh well. This is just a snippet of something. No idea what its about and maybe we'll find out later. Any ideas?
It snowed today. And while the streets are covered in ice all, I'm haunted by the sweet smell of her perfume. I've been drifting in and out of sleep, each waking bringing the mourning of her again. Its too cold outside for dreams and the scent of Rose is on the air.