The next stop was the University's General Hospital, spreading like a castle or an old English manor house across the frozen landscape. Steam rose from a pair of barely-visible chimneys; a slick of frost covered the trees downwind. The wind was steady, cold, and clean-smelling. A professional type of winter, on assignment to freeze fingers and toes, but going about its business without any rancor.
One that would probably stretch its way into April, for lack of a signature on a spring-release form.
Iron Road: Winter in Iowa City
I hit my first happy metaphor today. The main character has just come back from the Army Nurse Corp after WWII. She's looking for a job: