While the others were long had gone...these two remained.
A child looking to her mother. A mother looking to her child.
A moment of sweet tenderness and unspoken conversation.
The snow continued to fall.
They're warm - I'm told - in their double coats of thick hair.
I love days like this. When all is silent and white. When I act as witness.
A privilege. A gift. An honor - really.
A yellow mother and her brown child.
And only the universe - and me - watching.