Feeling anything intangibly is much stranger then otherwise. Danny could feel a small prickle on the back of his neck as he slowly floated through the hard packed dirt. He didn't know exactly why he had chosen Sam's yard; he had just ended up there.

Last night, Amity Part had gotten hit by a huge blizzard. When the snow had subsided, it had left at least more than a foot of the huge, unpackable flakes. After an unfortunate, (lost!), fight against the Box Ghost, Danny had slipped underneath the streets and had flown, enjoying the light sensations that unfeeling allowed him to feel.

It had occurred to him to go up in the snow, and make bottom-up snow angels. He poked an invisible head to the surface and realized that he was about to run the Manson's crisp, flawless snow. If it were possible, Danny would have guessed that Mr. and Mrs. had paid off someone to make it so smooth and perfect looking.

He laughed to himself. Sam had emerged from the house, and was hugging herself, wrapped in her fur-lined violet coat. She stepped out from under her porch and wrinkled her nose, catching a snowflake effortlessly on her tongue. She caught two more. Danny ducked under as she looked his way, although he knew she couldn't see him.

Sam's carefully hung Christmas lights were dipping down into the depths of the white drifts. She giggled at the red glow one bulb sent up through the snow. She carefully traced the circle with her mittened finger.

Looking up at the night sky, stuffed with promising clouds, Sam laughed again. The circle of atmosphere surrounding her seemed to glow a little red, as if a red light bulb was hidden behind them too. Weird.

Suddenly, something huge began kicking up Sam's snow in all directions. She froze, her frosty breath coming out in short puffs. After one second of undiluted suspense, a fluffy white mess came up. Danny's eyes came shortly after the hair. "Hey, Sam." He said, poking a white glove out to wave. It only took him about one millisecond to transform and bound over to her, grinning like a little kid.

"Phantom, you're a weirdo." Sam laughed, shaking her head. "What were you even doing?"

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh." He tilted his head. "Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"Silence." Danny said, grinning and eyes glittering. "Shall we dance to the beautiful music?"

Sam narrowed her eyes and smiled, too. "Sounds perfect. We shall."

In a mock waltz, he spun her. Their toes were chilled and probably frostbitten, but Sam could feel that the warmth traveling from him to her would travel down there soon. They seemed to be playing and dodge the snowflakes, falling heavy and thick. Every time one landed on Danny's eye lashes, (which was often), the cold melted a little for Sam. He laughed, throwing his head back a little.

It seemed like his laughter transformed into music, dictating their movements. Magic. Sam could only feel magic. He kissed her briefly, igniting a fire on her face and lips. A little laugh built up inside her and bubbled out as the kiss ended.

Suddenly, he disappeared. From out of the darkness she heard, "I'll see you later, Sam."

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Partially inspired by my walk in the knee deep snow, and influenced by Owl City's song, The Tip of the Iceburg. (: