soulmaka1

Ch 5 The winter night was cold and bright in London. The normally bustling capital was silent and still except for the occasional whisper of a winter's wind, all its people huddled in their homes against the bitter cold and dreaming of spring. The glow of the city lit the low blanket of clouds and bid a warm welcome to fresh snowflakes as they danced silently above the buildings. London Bridge was stunning coated in ice and fresh snow. The false dawn of the city completed its frigid beauty with a halo of soft golden light. Fragile crystals of ice clung to Soul's snowy hair; blending in with the white and making it look fuzzier than normal.