From Wordwielder - The first snowfall
==Day Eleven==
First Snow
Mary Morstan missed India. Scotland was a rugged and beautiful country, but it was often grey and cold and nothing like the warmth and sun she'd known all her life. And Edinburgh's nickname, Auld Reekie, was particularly apt: she felt as if the smoke and soot of the city had settled into her lungs and would never leave.
One day, she was walking back to her boardinghouse from school, and the cold was sharp and crisp, and the overcast sky was grey-blue, the color of the sea before a storm. There was a sort of cleanness to the city that she had never seen before, and though the cold pierced her skin and filled her lungs, the very atmosphere felt… not quite magical, but as if magic could happen in it.
She had almost reached her front door when it happened. Something white and wet began to drift down, and it stopped Mary in her tracks. She stared in disbelief—she knew that snow existed, of course, and she'd seen pictures of it, but she'd never seen real snow before.
Her outstretched hand caught a few flakes, each tiny and intricate. Already, a carpet of white lace was beginning to cover the city, softening the harshness. Mary laughed and spun for pure joy, looking up at the sky. "Thank you," she breathed.
A/N: I'm… not quite satisfied with this, but it is a 221B. I could probably do more with it in the future. Being someone who loves winter and gets all excited over the first snowfall, I wondered, "Who would a first snow be the most magical for?" Admit it, your mind immediately went to Watson—that's certainly what mine did! But Mary is the one who was probably born in India, spent the first few years of her life there, and quite possibly would never have seen snow until her father sent her to Edinburgh. And I need more of Mary Watson in my life, so there you go!