The freshly fallen snow covers the ground. More tumbles down, covering our tracks. The world ahead looks like one giant snowy field, no tracks in sight. The sound of childrens' choirs fills the air, and you start to hum along.

Your voice is warm and sweet. It's really all I want to listen to.
You laugh as you throw a snowball at me. I laugh and throw one back at you.

We quickly build snow forts and the snowball fight begins. Our laughter, threats that we'll never act upon and insults we don't mean fill the air as the fight rages on.

We laugh and roll around in the snow. The first winter we have had ever. There weren't any seasons on Homeworld, so all of this is new to us. It's a little scary, but as long as you're here by my side, I have no reason to be afraid.