Quin Shares the Hidden Glow — Under the snowy pines, Quin carried a cord of festival bulbs over one shoulder. Read the full story →
Under the snowy pines, Quin carried a cord of festival bulbs over one shoulder. He wanted the winter walk to shine for everyone after supper, so he stepped slowly, listening to snow squeak under his curled boots and pine needles whisper above.
The cord looped around his sleeve, then his belt, then one boot. Quin laughed softly. “Hold still, little lights.” The bulbs clicked like tiny cups as he turned in place, and the dark path began to sparkle in small colors.
Then a star on his hat blinked back. Quin froze. The surprise wasn’t in the trees or the snowdrifts at all; it was tucked inside the tangled cord, a hidden warm glow waiting for someone to share it. Soon every branch nearby shone with him, and if you follow the loops, you may find where the biggest joy first peeked out.
