My first character developed after midnight. She has never seen her own face. Her reflective gift/curse is that she has always seen ghosts in the mirror or even the shiny ball when she was three. And the spirits talked to her and sang with her. Her parents thought that she was cute with her little imaginary friends. Tonight I shall dedicate the writing to All Saints Day. I hope it will be a meaningful write. (Word count 1,697 so far)

And it has been snowing since early this morning.

Sorry for the shaking. I was excited to see this beautiful scene. And grateful to have a bit of relief from the drought.