18 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

Orlando looked up, squinting at the bright sunlight reflecting off the white of the snow. Far off on the mountainside he could make out a pair of small brown birds, also surveying their surroundings.

"Do you think they're in love?" he asked.

"What?"

"The birds, do you think they're in love?" he repeated, making vague indicating gestures.

Dom looked at him strangely, hardly sparing a glance at the two birds. "They're boring and ugly and don't seem to do anything but sit there. Of course they're in love."

Orlando was still watching them. "I don't think they're ugly at all."