We woke up this morning to more snow. But it's just a dusting, a feeble attempt. This is not winter any longer, I try and convince myself. Looking out onto this monochrome world searching for a spark of colour I close my eyes and I see S as a toddler, her mop of blond hair blowing in the breeze. She waves to me with both hands raised up high, her cheeks red with giggles. Her red wellie boots shine as she splashes around the water's edge. Later on we cycle back home, she is sitting in the fancy bike seat behind R and her arms are gripping his chunky blue sweater. I am a bit behind them watching and I remember my heart jumping: Oh, here is the rest of my life. These are my people.