As Daniel drove home it began to rain. By the time he got to the house the rain had turned to light snow—just a dusting on the trees and bushes. He ran up to his studio to get his camera so he could take some pictures before, hopefully, it melted. There was a fairytale quality to it that might work well in one of his paintings.
With pictures taken, he went to what had been his grandfather’s office or study on the second floor. The room was still in a bit of a shambles since he’d been using it to store everything that was now in the studio. The massive oak desk that had belonged to his grandfather stood against one wall. Bookcases lined the wall opposite it, as well as the two overstuffed chairs and an end table he’d rescued during his rearranging of the ground floor. He put the chairs on
