[She's prepared herself for the cold best she can - scarf, gloves, coat - but it's still sort of a shock. It's not unwelcome, though. She hates the cold, normally; she was born in the summer and she'd live in the summer if she could. But fresh air - not recycled, crisp and light and breathable - is such a change that, soon as she steps outside, she just takes it in, savoring the ache in her sinuses.
Then she starts forward through the snow. She doesn't walk well; she can deal with cold, but snow is a mystery to her.]
Let's say the 9th
Then she starts forward through the snow. She doesn't walk well; she can deal with cold, but snow is a mystery to her.]