We had our first real snow yesterday. Despite the fact that it came with words you never want your weather person to say ("arctic" and "bitterly cold," for example), it was beautiful. Bare trees limned in white and holiday lights dusted with snow are always a bit magical. "Silent Night" becomes a perfect song. Everything seems new and possible, especially when you are hypothetically still in slippers and sipping warm beverages.
For this week's writing prompt, let's take that sense of possibility as our jumping off point. Write about a clean slate, a do-over, real or imagined that was like waking up to a new snow. What twist of fate freed your character from imminent doom, ruin, or sorrow? What does their clean slate look like? How do they greet it, cherish it, or abuse it?