Ah, winter. The best time of the year, in Jack’s opinion. (So what if he was biased?) The chilly winds, glittering icicles, and crunchy snow.

But the best days were days like today. When it was clear, and the sun made everything sparkle. It was truly a winter wonderland.

Jack was walking through a park, tapping trees with his staff and watching as beautiful swirls of frost covered the bark. He was an artist in his own right.

The spirit paused suddenly, feeling a pair of eyes on him. Odd, most people were non-believers, but… this one was staring right at him.