She had no idea of what the beautiful evening sky, lit with slight, clear, frost, held for her future. The frozen reflection of her breath against his in the presence of the overhead calle lights was, in the slightest sense, sensational to her frail black skin and her innocent mind, ignorant of the supreme temperatures of this foreign land. A mutual silence was shared between the two as the young woman took a moment's repreave to gaze toward the coming path of the icy white flakes that she had previously only seen in story books. The cold from the park bench implored her to shift her weight...