Fall and winter were always hard on you, dealing with seasonal depression. Your always tired and sluggish and have little to no motivation to do anything.

You stay laying in bed, early in the morning after Thanksgiving. Leon had come upstairs and leaned over you, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.

"Baby, look outside." He said as he went and opened the curtains to reveal the bright, snowy morning outside. "It snowed." He smiled softly.