[...it's snowing.

there is a white-haired boy of no older than ten looking a little dazedly up at the sky with a frown furrowing his brow... one of sincere confusion. these are clouds... and THIS is...]

Snow?

[it's an absent murmur; once his initial shock wears off as the little flakes fall to melt on his skin -- he hadn't seen real snow before ( Read more... )