Snow falling softly around us, fresh and powdery, not yet the mushy grey sludge typical of New York City. Her hand finds mine and gently closes around it. I can feel the warmth of her hand through our thin knit gloves, and I smile. Gentle light is coming from the lampposts around the park. The sky is a cloudy grey. We hear carolers far off in the distance. Everything else is blissfully silent. We walk slowly, breathing in the fresh air, and we are happy.

We are happy.

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