We got out of the car just when it started snowing extremely hard. The snow didn’t drift but rather pelted down towards the ground in small fistfuls. “Hey where are you all going?” my father asked as we started walking towards the trees and without much thought. It turned out that we were all just following one another and that no one knew where we were headed before turning around to follow my dad. I could see the buildings that were lit up by spotlights on the other side of the river through the snow. As the trees to the left of us opened up, the snow had started massing together to form balloon-like bubbles around the streetlamp. My brother said, “I’m never going to tell [my brother’s ex] that I painted this” and my mother agreed.