But in her head, she believed what Einstein had suggested. The enigma of The Universe itself was answered in mathematics. Mushing was all about timing. It was about the rhythm of dog and man - synchronicity of movement, elegance. And sometimes, the movement of her bow across the strings of her violin reminded her of the swish and glide of the runners on a sled ride in the snow.

Whoa!"Stella shouted.Billy ran ahead, released his tether."Hike!""Let'sGo!"Cautiously, they continued still deeper into the darkness.The canopy dripped snow-melt onto them. Stella shivered.The sleds were silhouettes, the dogs liquid shadows."Listen, what was that?

This cape had become Stella. Bold, Bright, Daring, Red! It was a girl in a story-book. Stella was a star on the red carpet, in Hollywood. What a bright smile she had! That photograph! That trophy! And that red hair that flowed like a mane in the wind!

Snow always takes me back to places of my childhood. I think it’s because it makes everything look so bright, new and sparkling. It creates an atmosphere of excitement and wonder.

Snow was blowing, windwards. The powder swirled, like white dust from the cosmos, about his head and feet. - The Girl in The Red Cape: A Mystical Sled Ride

There is wisdom to be found in fairytales, a deeper meaning in the magic of their worlds

We should not judge by appearances,” thought Stella. “Time shows us who we can trust. Then, folks show us their true natures. There’s nothing worse than false friends who lead us by the hand into all kinds of dangers.They have two sides—one light, one dark. Nothing’s unusual about that. But false friends take us from our true paths. I’d rather have honest enemies or rivals. They challenge us and shape us. They help us more than they know. They give us courage—something to go against.

The birds eyes were half-human. He traced the outline of the carving. Perhaps it bestowed on him some kind of secret ancestral power

Quite soon, she would tell the secret. Mrs. Chapman put away her work in the long, wooden chest in her bedroom. For a few minutes, she peered through the frosty glass of her bedroom window, watching the snow tumble, earthwards. Then, the last drop of light was squeezed out from and ink black sky