That morning was colder than any cold day Histoire had ever experienced. Reading was particularly more hot and humid than Aberdeen's climate, and it rarely ever snowed in her home town. The snow that wafted outside her window when she woke up evoked a state of elation from her. Never mind that it was cold, she wanted to head outside into the snow as she did when she was a child. Scenes such as that one were very rare indeed, and if one did not enjoy them before they disappeared, they would rue the decision to let the joyous moment end without actually enjoying it.