The grass is frozen and crunches underfoot as she runs towards the bench, eager to get settled before it begins.
Clapping her hands together for warmth, she makes clouds in the air with her breath, she waits.
The night is transforming slowly into day, the shadows form into shapes as the light touches them.
Pale at first, the gradually stronger, the first rays of dawn touch her face.
She slips back home before she can be missed.