Aspen

He is walking through the snowy village, a soft smile on his face, greeting every villager he sees and knows. He stops at his house to enter, when he looks up at the snowflakes falling gracefully, then he enters his hut. A little while later, he hears a knock on his door Who could that be at such a late hour? It's past dusk already. He walks over to the door, cautiously opening it Are you lost? I hate to say this, but the weather is getting treacherous, you may want to head home for now.