She had been walking for hours now, and her feet were numb from the cold. She had no idea how far she'd come or how far she still had to go.

The woman was tired and hungry, but she knew if she stopped here, it would be impossible to get back on her feet again. She couldn't bear the thought of spending another night in this place—there was no shelter, and no food or water either.

She turned back towards town with a sigh and continued on her way.

There was a woman, walking by the river. She was walking in the snow, but it didn't bother her. The sun shone down on her, but it didn't bother her either. The river was cold and clear, but that didn't bother her either.

Then she saw something—a dark shape in the water. It looked like a man's body, floating face-down in the river!

The woman ran up to the bank and pulled him out of the water—he was still alive! He opened his eyes and asked her what had happened to him.

"You fell into the river," she said. "How did you fall into the river?"

"I don't know," he said. "I was just walking along by here when suddenly there was water all around me."

The woman helped him up onto his feet and together they walked back toward their village.

The sun was just beginning to set, and the woman had been walking for hours. She was tired but not exhausted; she had been walking for so long that she had forgotten to be tired.

She walked over a hill and looked down into a valley. In the distance, she could see a small town. It was surrounded by snow-capped mountains, which glistened in the light of the setting sun. The town itself seemed to be made entirely of white stone.

The woman knew that this was not where she was going—she had never been there before—but something about it called out to her, beckoned her forward. She felt as if she needed to go there, as if it would cure whatever ailed her heart if only she could find it.

She turned around and began walking back toward home, but something kept pulling her back toward the town: perhaps it was just curiosity or maybe even hope that there was something in that town that could help her out of this hole she'd dug herself into; either way, it drew her back again and again until finally one day she broke free from its grip and headed straight for the town on foot.

It was a cold, blustery day in the winter.

I walked down to the river, feeling like I needed to find some peace.

I didn't know what I was looking for as I walked by the water, but as I got closer to it, I felt something inside me change. The wind stopped blowing against my face and my hair fell down around my shoulders. The cold air became warmer, and my heart felt lighter than it had in weeks.

Suddenly, an enormous creature appeared out of nowhere! It looked like a huge squid with tentacles that came out of its back and reached all the way down to its tail. It swam right up next to me and stared at me with kind eyes before swimming away into the depths of the river.

It was winter, and the river was frozen. I walked by the river, thinking about my life and all of the things that had happened to me. I thought about my childhood, when I used to play in these woods with my brother and sister. Then I thought about my teenage years, when they were all grown up and gone. Finally, I thought about what would happen next: where would I go? What would become of me?

I sat down on a rock beside the river and cried for a long time until finally falling asleep there. When I woke up, it was still dark out but there was something different in the air—something magical! And then it hit me: maybe if you wait patiently enough for something good to happen… sometimes it does!

I looked around at everything around me: the trees were covered with snow; there were snowflakes falling gently from the sky; even though it was cold outside, there was something warm inside—something warm like… love?