I'm not running, I'm strategizing
She leaned on the railing and looked up at the snow.
It fell peacefully, but the clouds above were heavy and dark, and so much snow fell at once that she could tell this was no snow flurry.
It was more of an avalanche of snow.
...Perhaps that was too extreme.
But the snow already gathered on any surface it could, piling up with remarkable speed, as Alex looked around down below in visible confusion.
Snow landed on his glasses, his nose, and in his hair, sticking to him instantly.
The wind carried bits of snow and ice crystals around as it began to swirl around him in random patterns.
It made him seem so lonely, standing there.
Alone in the white landscape.
She wished to go to him.
She stood there a little longer, watching, mesmerized by the beauty of this weather.
Finally, she spun on her heel, racing toward the door.