Winter is a beautiful time of year, it really is. Everything almost looks like it has a veil over it, as if covers the imperfections the other seasons expose. The white is stark, but it's innocent. Maybe slightly deceiving with its coverings, but perfect none the less. But maybe there is something to be said about seeing something as perfect when you can't see what's underneath. After all, isn't that what so many movies are about? Discovering the people underneath, as opposed to the mask that stares everyone else in the face?

Yes, the temperature is probably the worst downer. It can be freezing outside, frigid even. The icy blanket the world sets down to keep warm leaves the rest of us struggling for warmth. Relating that to people though, aren't some people like that? Cold to the touch, but warm on the inside, like everyone tries to be when they wear their winter jackets?

I guess that's how I saw her. Originally, she had been unapproachable, but once we had to work together, I saw the ice in her expressions melt away with the more time we spent in each other's presence.

And suddenly, that stingingly cold air that surrounded us outside became clouded with a bit of coloured warmth.