Scribble: Nifflas' music makes me think of the good parts of winter.

      She casually flicked aside her bangs, eyes intent on gazing beyond the din of bulbs glowing brightly just above. Without even a glance, she adjusted the long scarf around her neck, lavender standing out among all the black and gray of the city at night. A smile formed on her lips, even as her neck grew stiff and sore.
      It's coming. I can feel it in the air...
      A contented sigh floated on a cloud, the vapor from her breath dissipating only after a moment. From somewhere behind her, the sounds of cars and pedestrians alike drifted into her ears. Still, her smile beamed on, eyes never leaving the sky beyond the din.
      There!
      A single speck of white drifted downward, nonchalantly passing her by. Another came, followed by another still, as soon, the whole city grew white...