Snow…again
Shigure sighed. Why was he up so early again! That was right…he was hungry. His stomach growled. Perhaps he shouldn't have missed dinner finishing that last chapter the night before.
Shigure didn't like snow. It was cold and wet. Shigure didn't like the cold.
He sat down with an onigiri in hand. It was hard and cold from sitting in the fridge that past night. Hard…and cold… he thought, like the world outside.
Snow could be an inspiration, he supposed. Snow could be very romantic but Shigure much preferred the summer and the spring. The spring was so beautiful and tragic, yet hopeful. Summer was so hot and steamy that it, well, messed with people's heads.
He took a bite of the stiff onigiri, and began to write a drabble just to take his taste buds off the cold rice long enough to fill his stomach.
And as he finished both the rice and the bit of writing, Shigure smiled. The now had stopped, leaving the world appearing cold and dead, but it would be warm and alive by afternoon.