Snow! The red pillar box postbox wears a fluffy white beret.
Walking home with Jake after picking him up from school early. The same path we'd walked earlier, now quiet and empty except for freshly fallen snow. Our footsteps crunch on the still powdery surface. I spot a trail of bird foot prints, clear and large. He nods. I know he isn't well when he doesn't want to stop to look, or even touch the snow.