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The Crofts walked the deck arm in arm, nodding as the Admiral’s men passed but absorbed in Wentworth family gossip: Edward’s new baby, Frederick’s new house, everyone’s contented happiness. And yet, were any as content as they were? Nearly two decades of marriage now and still completely in love; who could ask for more?
“Look, dearest,” said Sophia, gazing upward, “it is snowing.”
They were neither of them bothered by the cold. They continued their leisurely walk as the flakes drifted slowly downward, holding each other a little closer, making a path in the light dusting left by the snow.
***
The snow melted almost as soon as it fell, barely even touching the ground, but the children were excited about it anyway. Walter and Little Charles ran outside with Jemima, Mary yelling fruitlessly at their backs, fretting about their missing mittens and their exposed throats.
"Do not worry," Charles laughed, throwing a comforting arm around her shoulder, "Jemima will not tolerate being out for long."
They watched from the doorway as the boys danced around, their arms outstretched to grab at snowflakes, giggling wildly as Jemima shivered.
Mary leaned in to her husband, still a little worried, but happy too.
***
Louisa and James Benwick had bundled up warmly, prepared for the weather. The morning had been a bright, clear one, the lure of the sun irresistible. There was poetry in the light on their faces, the barrenness of the landscape, the love between them. What was a little chill in the air? They didn't even notice when the sun slipped behind the clouds.
They were reading on the bench in the garden when the flurry began, tiny flakes landing on hats and eyelashes and pages. They kissed the first few away, then allowed the rest to fall where they would.
***
The world was a beautiful place, thought Mrs. Smith, and though it could be difficult to count one's blessings when times were hard, it was imperative that one try anyway. Those small good things were lights in the darkness; they sweetened existence; they brightened the soul.
Life had been better lately-- or perhaps easier was the proper word. Life had been easier since receiving the Wentworths’ friendship and assistance. She no longer had old cares weighing on her mind; she could breathe freely and happily.
She watched the snow fall from her perch at the window, loving everything and everyone.
***
Anne had never truly allowed herself to imagine a Christmas with Frederick before; she had never been granted one and it had been too painful a daydream to indulge in during those eight and a half years of separation.
She was glad now that she had abstained. It made the real thing that much sweeter.
A stroll after dinner would be just the thing, the evening dark and the snow sparkling. A carefree winter walk with the one you loved best in the world– was there a felicity in the world as pure as that?
Anne didn’t think so, somehow.