Late Afternoon. Seas. Good Books.
In her mind, they were one in the same. Cold and wet and constantly placed in a category that, perhaps, suited both, though could not attest to their individual beauty. Just as snow was one of those things that happened in winter, he was one of the reasons why people warded their homes and cringed whenever they heard the floorboards creak at night. These were dark times for the world, and he was simply one of those who made them darker.