The two of them walked out to the car in a comfortable silence. They stood closer than usual. Tim liked it. Sophia liked it too. They both wanted to make a move of some sort, but Tim was unaware of it, and Sophia was too nervous to do so. So they just smiled as they walked, enjoying the company. Tim made the suggestion that they just walk the few blocks to his house, so they did.

As they walked, it began to snow.

Tim stopped dead in his tracks, looking up to the sky. The flakes were small, but they were definitely going to stick to the ground. He smiled a little. He loved snow. The way it fell. The way it stuck to the ground. How silently it moved. How light. How it could move with the slightest breeze. He held out his hand, letting some of the flakes stick to his hand.

The shapes were very intricate. They were the flakes that one saw in cartoons or on television.

"Wow." he whispered very quietly, to himself, smiling a little at his hand.