"How easy it is to forget that sometimes, in the midst of it all."

The world of dancing colors she helps create for a few weeks of the year drowned out now in a sea of whites. Frigid greys and blues. It's beautiful too, in its own way. Hazel may be out of her element here but she does not feel unwelcome. She has quite the host to make sure of that.

"Likewise, the winds have always guided my hands." Hazel gives a nod of understanding. "I try so very hard to make a difference, though. Perhaps it's vanity."