Madam Trease enjoyed a moment of lucidity as she watched the slanted red rays of the setting sun piercing the snow-covered thicket in a mesmerizing symphony, shooting her in the face like a blinding morse-code as the train sped along, the blur of white, orange, pink, and steely grey causing her to forget about the pain in her abdomen, forget about the stress of her life back in the city, forget about her scowling parents and her vengeful ex-husband and her darling, absent little son and daughter. 1,523 more words