Cardinals called him awake. He tossed off the heavy quilts. The air was cold but he would not build a fire. He peered out the curtained window before inventorying the cupboards. The snow had stopped falling sometime in the night after he’d hiked in. Now the cardinals, feeding on vermilion holly berries, flitted red through the snow capped trees, the colors crisp and vibrant against the icy blue sky.
She’d have loved this cabin. He sighed, shaking his head.
The freshly fallen snow covered his tracks, but could not erase the image of the crimson stained snow where he’d left her.