[ It was bright in the day, but as per usual, he can't sleep. Sam had mentioned something, and he's squinting into the video, but it is far, far to bright to make out right now. He cleaned himself up, dressed in his favorite sweater, the one all of bones, donned his boots and all the like, finally finishing with his paint.
Snow, Sam had called it. He hadn't been sure what exactly to expect as he walked out that door. Rain, he supposes.
And then he steps out into the world and his breath catches. The snow falls slow and soft. It glitters all over the ground, like it has truly rained special stardust from the heavens. He walks in wonder, in utter trance, on to the park he knows. He is cold, always, but of those beings around, warmer than he, he can see their breath in the air.
Dripping water has become solid on corners, forming little crystal daggers. The very ground alternates between soft and crunchy, something like squishy, and extremely slippery. It takes longer to get there than it would, but he nevertheless arrives with that look of wonder still stuck on his face.]
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Snow, Sam had called it. He hadn't been sure what exactly to expect as he walked out that door. Rain, he supposes.
And then he steps out into the world and his breath catches. The snow falls slow and soft. It glitters all over the ground, like it has truly rained special stardust from the heavens. He walks in wonder, in utter trance, on to the park he knows. He is cold, always, but of those beings around, warmer than he, he can see their breath in the air.
Dripping water has become solid on corners, forming little crystal daggers. The very ground alternates between soft and crunchy, something like squishy, and extremely slippery. It takes longer to get there than it would, but he nevertheless arrives with that look of wonder still stuck on his face.]