Snow.

Magic, magic in the sky. Not the kind of shinies, not the kind of angels... there's magic of the most real, the truest kind. Magic that flows around.

Why is it there? Because it is cold. There's small clouds in front of your face, you feel the cold creeping inside you.

You feel it waking you up, making you feel alive. You jump, you run. You shout, happy and alive.

And there's magic.