Morticia pushed open the window. She breathed in the crisp winter air, the coldness filling her lungs. Rain drizzled lazily from the sky, nearing hail with how cold it became. Frost settled over the grass, turning it from a vibrant green to a dull grey color. There wasn't quite snow yet, though it was on the horizon, according to the dark clouds that drifted ever closer.

“Ah,” she sighed contently, “what a delightfully dreadful day.”