Two best friends, him and her, put on their jackets as they made their way to play in the six feet of snow that had avalanched down during the night. It didn't matter that they were adults, it didn't matter that snow was for children to build snowmen, to throw snowballs, to make angels. Her hands were frost bitten within minutes, even with wool gloves, and his ears were the color of cold punch. They needed warmth and they sought it from each other. Him and her, anxiously went inside. He offered his warm torso for her to slip her hands onto, and she buried his ears in her warm lips. Now it was time for them to play inside.