In honor of the first snowfall of the year.

The 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 Echizen.

The wind curls around his neck, but Tezuka suddenly feels warm. He moves his hands deeper in his pockets, and walks on.

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