She was walking with him, a familiar face, a face that made her blush, his name always brought a smile to her face. They were climbing up the staircase now; it was spring below. She saw ice flowers; having no clue how they existed there. She was sure they did not belong there; she knew the place too well. Frost started covering the steps, invading beautifully from the top most level. It stopped the moment it reached her untied shoelace. It troubled her so she glanced up to look at him. He was still smiling at her covering her cold hands in his warmness . His smile always charmed her, the crease on her forehead released on seeing his face. They reached their destination. She always wanted to show him that place, the place that had seen most of her childhood. Every thing was exactly as she remembered it to be, even the wild shrubs remained the same size. The house looked abandoned as it did when her family moved away. The place remained untouched, as if time never effected it. Onl