One of the (many) things I love about the first snowfall is how that blanket of pure white covers everything up. It covers up the dying plants, the mud, dead bodies.
Whoops. Did I say that?
I’m joking but it COULD cover up dead bodies. It could also cover up a monster in hiding, preparing to attack the unsuspecting. It could cover up a crashed spaceship with our hero and heroine in it, waiting to be rescued. It could cover up the trail left by the baddie after he kidnapped the heroine’s beloved cat.
What could snow in your story cover up?
