Two people are walking down the street, one carrying a (rather tall) stack of newspapers as the other throws them at the houses. The chilly winter air freezes their breath, puffy white clouds following their path. Snow covers the cobbled road in a thin layer, the orange light of the dawntime sun making it almost look like glitter. The quiet of the neighborhood is broken by lively chatter from the two, walking and talking as they did their paper route for that morning.