The trees are candlesticks with burning flames, trying to hold onto their fire in the freezing wind.
Ender and I shivered like little fallen leaves seeking shelter in the mild rays of the sun. I could have absorbed more of the foreign season around me, but ender was adamant about heading back to the cabin. I had to carry the popsicle all the way back. When will he realize that I'm with child!
Zander hiked to the rim to try and catch him some squirrel. My friends of the forest eluded his scope. phew!