Joshua hated the snow. Despised it. Where was the scorching heat of desert lands that he was so used to? As beautiful as the sight was, a picturesque first experience with the fluffy bits of snow - he refused to go outside into the chill.

Instead, he watched the snow fall by sitting on a windowsill, bundled up and still shuddering slightly. It was from a higher view, from the third floor of the teacher's dormitory in a public hallway.

[Feel free to throw a snowball at his window or stumble upon him. Or something. :)]