In the Cold - 12

He sat, alone by the window, watching the tiny crystals of snowflakes drift down from the grey skies. Over the horizon, past the brown hills and black roads, he could see a strip of the clearest sapphire blue, always out of his reach. The fire crackled behind him and the world was silent. His reflection stared past him, gazing into the room with hazel eyes. The living were gone from his side and the bright sun was reflected on the ocean that flowed on his cheeks.