Every winter, when chilling snow fell over the city, it was believed to be a sign of gratitude and love from the snow dragon that resided above the clouds, far away in the everlasting sky. You grew up in the bustling streets of NYC; Central park would often be filled with market stalls and other festivities during the winter however it was still yet to snow; the sky a sheer white and grey.

Sipping on a small cup of hot chocolate you purchased from an earlier stall; warming your hands as you sat on a wooden bench by the side of the path with Gentle christmas music played nearby stalls. A beautiful yet enchanting man soon joined you on the wooden bench, he glanced at you before getting up and walking away; this came as peculiar to you , regardless it suddenly snowed heavily where you sat, intricate snowflakes landing atop of your head before a swirl of wind blew past you almost like a caress. ..