[Alma is in awe of winter the more he sees of it. The little flurries of snow from the days before is nothing to the thick, heavy fall that is happening now. He wanders around, staring up at the sky and watching it.
Everything is so white.
He's wearing the sweater and some thick cotton pants, but his shoes are still the simple slip-ons he arrived in. He keeps lifting them because of the icy-wetness inside them, but he's too excited to let it distract him for long.]