Albert Bierstadt Quiet Pond

Albert Bierstadt Quiet PondAlbert Bierstadt A Quiet lakeFabian Perez Waiting for the romance to come
'There's an old log over there,' she said conversationally. 'There's quite a good view across the valley. In the summertime, of course. I should like to sit down.'
Mort helped her through the drifts and brushed as much snow as possible off the wood. They sat down with the hourglass 'Well, we can.'
'He doesn't like wizards and witches much,' Mort volunteered.
'Nobody likes a smartass,' she said with some satisfaction. 'We give him trouble, you see. Priests don't, so he likes priests.'
'He's never said,' said Mort.between them. Whatever the view might have been in the summer, it now consisted of black rocks against a sky from which little flakes of snow were now tumbling.'I can't believe all this,' said Mort. 'I mean you sound as if you want to die.''There's some things I shall miss,' she said. 'But it gets thin, you know. Life, I'm referring to. You can't trust your own body any more, and it's time to move on. I reckon it's about time I tried something else. Did he tell you magical folk can see him all the time?''No,' said Mort, inaccurately.