It took an effort to open the front door. I had to force the handle down, then tug with all my might. Once the door was open, it was obvious why. The outside world was white. It was if a blanket of spiders' webs had descended during the night and frozen. Not snow, but ice. I clapped my hands to set my blood flowing, then stepped out.
My breath hit the air, the moisture in it visible as a cloud of white vapour. I turned around to face my daughter, who was still in the house. "It's a dragon day."
