In honor of the first snowfall of the year.
sky is white overhead, as the ground is white under Tezuka's feet.
Around him the lightly falling snow muffles all sound, and the bitter
air stings his cheeks. He thinks it strange, that something so frigid
could fill him with such peace. For some reason, this reminds him of
The wind curls around his neck, but Tezuka suddenly feels warm. He moves his hands deeper in his pockets, and walks on.