“It’s snowing–!!”
A lone finger pointed to the window, to the sight of the snow falling and casting moving shadows across their floor. Quinn couldn’t help but rise once again to slip over to the window, her palms pressed to the glass, cool against her skin.
“It’s already sticking too!” At that, she whirled around, lips curled at the corners. “We should go out. Right now, while it’s still falling.”
Snow was hardly a new sight for her, but the phenomenon never failed to amaze her every year. And with that amazement always came the urge to go out to enjoy it. So just like that, Quinn was already looking for some shoes to slip on.