When I woke up already I could tell it would be a cold day.
The sun shone forth as we opened the unhinged door, alighting a world that had otherwise been asleep. A dog, noticing us, barked and scurried off, while a group of birds sang in the sunlight. They couldn't resist; the sunlight is an alluding thing. All winter long the skies are covered in a thick layer of clouds, a grey-blue tint shrouding the world. Hearts fall during these times, spirits get doused, and everyone begins wishing for the sun.
"Shit," Tamiko cursed, a cloud escaping from her lips. "It's damn cold."
A sky without clouds loses insulation. For every wish that the sun would shine, a being would die to the frost.