Cordelia spent much of the walk with her head tilted back, gazing at her father. Who can blame her? He's just so handsome.
The sun was out and the temp was above freezing but everywhere were telltale signs that it is still winter. The geese were honking as they marched about the frozen river. The yellow grasses were pressed down, a reminder that they had recently been buried beneath the snow. Frozen marshes glittered under the sun, softening but not melting.