by Madelaina, age 14 The sand’s teasing glares subsided as the world was swallowed in a mouth of grey, of Carolina blue and periwinkle hues. The overcast mourned these colours but my Snow Horse only glowed more. His mane freestyling amidst the wind and his legs moulding into their invisible tides. An avalanche. The fleabitten grey of his coat a ghostly white. An untouched blizzard ...