Snow drifted down lazily over the city, casting New York in a perfect, sparkling white blanket. The icy air made everything sharper, from the distant sound of cars to the glow of the streetlights reflecting off the snow-covered streets. Icicles clung to the edges of buildings, glistening like crystal in the soft glow.

You walked side by side with Donnie, your steps crunching softly on the snow below. The world felt hushed, as if the city was holding its breath in the quiet calm of the evening. With the deepening dusk, the snow seemed to glow even brighter, turning the night into something magical, peaceful, and impossibly beautiful.