The tires crunched softly over the first, fresh layer of snow, a sound so gentle it felt less like a friction and more like a hushed greeting from the winter night. It was a rhythmic, meditative sound that somehow made the world feel both incredibly quiet and vibrantly alive at the same time. You nestled deeper into the folds of your ridiculously thick cashmere scarf, letting the sharp, bracing cold nudge your cheeks into a bright, healthy pink as you glanced over at him.