He's just lucky Meredith likes this kind of thing — more, in fact, in the brief winter they get than she does on those mild, humid nights they see the rest of the year. She nods, content to trudge along with her hands swinging at her sides as she kicks up the snow. There won't be much more of this. Another week, maybe two and it'll be back to life as usual, if the previous years are anything to judge by, and she's sorry for that. Maybe it's just that she's been feeling better in general these last few weeks, but it's like she's happier when the cold weather rolls around.

"Yeah," she says, deliberately huffing out air after to see her breath, smile turning into a grin. "You know, I think it's actually prettier out here with the snow than the sand."