A robin, and a man looking at his phone.
It's Theo's first winter in a little mountain town. String lights over the square, a big decorated fir, a crooked snowman outside the shop. He sits on a bench with his head down while two kids pull a wooden sled past his boots. A small round robin lands on top of his red hat and stays there. He never knows.
Then the phone goes down on his knee, a snowflake lands on the dark screen, and he looks up. You've had a robin on your hat too. Every first winter has a few.

