Thomas bent down to observe the white powder. The concept of snow was odd. It reminded him of sand; soft, fine, and covered just about everything. Not much of it sifted through his fingers. The particles clung together and melted a little bit, leaving soft silicone of his fingers damp. He scooped up a bigger handful, exposing the green blades of grass beneath it.
He pressed the snow together in his hands, and, unlike the sand, it stuck together. An imperfect sphere of perfect white sitting in his cupped hands. He pressed it together again and it broke in his hands, falling to chunks of powder and coating the persistent blades of green again. It had surprised him at first, but strangely enough, he liked it. He reached down to pick up another handful when he heard crunching behind him, he turned his head to see who it was.
There was something about snow that simply was - for lack of a better word - magical. There was something about the simple fall of snowflakes that brought out the child-like wonder in everyone, no matter how old or how young. Despite the oft grey skies and the bitter cold and the fact that all of nature was dead or asleep, the crisp white blanket of freshly fallen snow gave the landscape a unique beauty.
Oh yes, there was definitely something magical about snow.
The freshly fallen snow crunched underneath the soles of his heavy boots as he walked about. It wasn’t very deep - not yet, anyway. The snow fell in fat, lazy flakes, and the Doctor was grinning.
The Doctor nearly passed by the stranger with the motorbike styled helmet, but the Time Lord noticed how the man’s behaviour (at least, he was pretty sure it was a man) was like that of a child experiencing their first fall of snow: curious and experimenting.
It was curious. Judging by the man’s height and build, he technically should have seen at least sixteen winters, so snow should be no mystery to him. And yet…
The stranger turned to him. The Doctor smiled kindly.
"Beautiful, isn’t it?" The Doctor queried, gesturing to the landscape which was blanketed in a thin sheet of the cold white powder.