Page 181 of Let It Snow
And I feel that the first part of themiracleI had dreamed about for so long is happening between us in real time, and it’s only the beginning.
LIVING NORMAL
SUMMER
The next few weeks I spend thinking deeply about my life, coming to terms with who I am and who Snow is. But this time, there’s more calm and acceptance in it, along with an authentic understanding of my place in the world. I’m fully aware that the right choice for us is to live quietly, keeping a low profile and avoiding using our powers as much as possible.
I’m more convinced than ever that my parents were right to teach me caution, drilling into my head that with a power like mine, I will always be a target for dangerous people who might want to use it for their own gain. And there’s one more thing I’ve come to understand: that I also could be the one who truly endangers others. The events of the past year have proved it all.
Snow shares these conclusions. After all, he also chose a quiet life. He knows too that the more you show yourself to theworld, the more the world demands from you, andneveron your own terms.
I spend long hours staring out the window, reflecting on myself and my life, until one day I finally sit down with Snow and ask, seriously, if he sees any more blind spots ahead, any danger in our future, anything we should be worried about.
Snow smiles and says,
"Fortunately, all I see are small, gentle swells, blue waves rolling in from the future. No blind spots. It looks like we’ve sailed out into open waters, Summer. I know it’s hard to believe after everything you’ve been through, and I admit even for me it hasn’t fully sunk in yet, but the stormfront is behind us. Ahead there’s just the wide sky, our next chapter."
I pause there for a moment, just looking at him, letting it really sink in.
Is that possible? Is this finally the end? I’ve grown so used to something constantly happening, something breaking me, tearing my world down, pulling me off balance, that I have trouble accepting the kind of calm after the storm Snow is talking about.
Help comes from an unexpected direction:
Life itself.
From the rolling hours of the days as they unfold, from the small everyday events, inconspicuous yet weaving the tapestry of our life, from the slow arrival of another week, calm and ordinary, and from the simple challenges that I gradually work my way through.
And maybe the most helpful thing of all is…
The house.
By January, thetiny housemodel Snow bought finally arrives. The plot has already been prepared with all the utility hookups in place, so the building just needs to be brought in and set down.
Of course, it comes completely unfurnished.
That’s where I step in, and that’s where the crucial part of my healing and finding peace begins.
At first, I’m a bit overwhelmed, but soon I immerse myself fully in the process.
I start browsing catalogs and websites that specialize in furnishing tiny homes. I check out local companies that build custom furniture, and sometimes I sit staring at the screen for a long time, almost hypnotized, picking colors, textures, and materials. I don’t know anything about interior design, so it takes me forever. I sift through countless projects before I can finally decide what resonates with me most.
Very slowly, an image of a dream house starts taking shape in my mind, a dream I didn’t even realize I had. But it’s gaining form and clarity. Snow cheers me on, assuring me he trusts me completely, that he knows I’ll make the place beautiful.
Lake helps sometimes too, offering little suggestions so gently, so tactfully, that I can’t help but silently congratulate myself on having a dad-in-law like him. Zero ‘annoying’ factor, which, let’s be honest, is rare in his category of people (in-laws!).
Soon, the house starts to feel like it has a soul.
It’s the biggest model of all the mobile homes, with two extra upstairs rooms that could easily be adapted into children’s bedrooms.
For some reason, it thrills me that Snow has chosen this kind of house instead of building a massive, traditional one.
I love these small models. They’re cozy, welcoming, never overwhelming. Low key. Exactly what we need.
We spend the last part of January and the beginning of February fine-tuning every detail, shaping it exactly the way we envision. It’s a fascinating, exciting process that brings us even closer together. I never thought that turning a house into ahome, which is large-scalenestingin its essence, could bring me so much joy.
Immersed in all this, I slowly forget about the events of the past few months. My mental health has become a non-issue. There are no traumatic flashbacks, no obsessive thoughts about Ferro’s potential revenge.
Thanks to the preparations and the TM healing sex, the days that follow clear up for me, and I wake up in the morning breathing freely, my mind light, my energy unblocked.
