“Snow..” he whispered breathlessly.  Beautiful, fragile works of art, falling from the sky. The younger smiled with delight and ran his slender fingers through his hair, away from his damp forehead. Snow always made him giddy with delight. Snow meant ice skating, snowmen, snowball fights, and sledding. Then after a day of nonstop play, that first sip of hot chocolate… Taemin grinned at the thought.