A winter...wonderland?

A mild wind howled against the walls and widows of the towering complexes in the Samuigakure village. the air had the odd touch of cold from the comming storm, fresh to breath in. Sanzo had decided to go for a nights stroll to the park, Something he had done many times although oddly this almost felt new, foreign, like the first time. His senses were on overload from the birngings of the week. The trees covered with cold crystalline water sparkled beautifly. "if a soul had any caliber of beauty it wouod be comparable to the sparkle of snow." he often thought to himself. As the night went on so did Sanzo he woukd take in the rest of the village with acute concisness once more.