Lovely Lilith Its — Cold Outside

A clock chimed seven. The wind drew long sounds around the chimney, and the garden gate creaked like a plaintive voice. Lilith opened the door to lean her face toward the night. Frost rimed the hedges in silver; the sky was an ink-still pond where a single star bobbed like a distant lantern. She inhaled. The air was clean and sharp enough to make her heart feel new.