Snow
"Hey, make sure you take your mittens when you leave for work," he calls to her over his shoulder, before shooting one more fierce glare at the steadily falling snow.
She grimaces briefly as she approaches with a cup of coffee for each of them.
"The weather's still bad?"
"Yeah," he replies sadly, taking the coffee and then pulling her arm over his shoulder. "Remind me why we used to get so excited about this?"
She gives a tiny shrug.
"Novelty, maybe?"
"I guess," he agrees sadly, moving to the closet and pulling out several warm woolen garments. "Three years on a tropical island'll do that to you."