#67 Snow

      Gail smiled in delight as a snowflake landed on her nose, gazing upward cheerfully as more began to fall. "look! It's snowing!" She exclaimed, drawing Tobias from his revery.
      "Yah. So what?"
      "It's so pretty. We never get much snow in Thought."
      He sighed, "It's cold and makes it hard to get around."
      "I like the cold," Gail responded blythely, "We should have  a snowball fight."
      "Should we?" Tobias grinned, making a few while her back was turned.
      "Yes! And then-" She was interrupted by a snowball at point blank range. Laughing, she quickly made a snowball of her own.