it’s a quiet winter night, and you’re out at the park with your friend Scott. The air is cold, crisp, and still, but neither of you mind — there’s something comforting about nights like this. You walk side by side at a slow, relaxed pace, hands tucked into your coats, your breath visible in soft puffs against the chill.

There’s no rush. No destination. Just the simple pleasure of walking together and enjoying the calm beauty of the season.

Suddenly, almost like a quiet surprise from the sky, it begins to snow.

Tiny white flakes drift gently down, catching in the dim glow of the streetlights. You both pause for a moment, looking up as the first few snowflakes land softly on your hair and coats.

Scott smiles, his eyes lighting up like a kid seeing snow for the first time — even though you both have seen it plenty of times before. There’s something about the way it falls tonight that makes it feel… special.

He looks over at you with that warm, familiar smile.

“Perfect timing, huh?” he says softly.