[Prompt -- WHWN picture of frost or snowflakes, 2007-11-05]

Jennifer ran out of the house, hoping like usual that she'd be able to
avoid her father if she moved fast enough. She also liked jogging.  She had
to stay fit somehow. She shivered and wondered if the sweat pants were going
to be enough for her this morning. She could see her breath in puffs a foot
ahead of her as she ran. She decided to jog in place for a moment, trying to
see if she could avoid going back to the house for heavier clothes. Her
muscles began to warm up as she moved and she grinned and jogged down the
road. She could feel her nose, cold against the chilly wind. She wondered
how Raven had fared in this weather. Ever since the rain had started, she
had been worried. She had seen the little room in the back of the burned out
church where she stayed, seen the temperature fall, and had even stayed a
night a month ago, cuddled up against her for warmth as the night time
temperatures fell. She checked her watch. Ten thirty. If it was this cold at
ten thirty still, she could imagine what the night time had been. Twenty?
Thirty, maybe. Still below freezing, and with the steady wind off the water,
it was a bone-chilling cold. She couldn't remember it getting this cold ever
before. Just relentless cold and blowing rain. She'd heard the news as she
slipped past her father in her morning escape that there might be snow this
year. First time in twenty years that snow had hit the city. 

She remembered the biting cold that came with wet snow, which even though
she'd come from winter herelf, she wasn't prepared for when she'd gone to
visit her cousins up north. Here, though, she didn't expect to see snow. 
She shrugged. Twenty or thirty minutes, if she was lucky, and she'd have
found Raven and they'd be holed up somewhere or out throwing snowballs.

She jogged to the bus stop. The wind was harder at the bottom of the hill,
something about how the land fit against the water made certain spots
windier and colder than the rest, and the city in its infinite uncaring had
put the bus shelter right there. She jogged in place to keep herself warm
and blew on her hands. She was thankful when the bus pulled in a little
early, leaving her to wait only a few minutes.

It was nearly empty inside. She supposed that the rush had passed, or
everyone decided to stay inside since it was so cold.