I laid in the snow bed letting myself sink farther down. I watched the pendulum in the sky swing. Each turn marking something meaningless. A familiar figure laid themselves next to me in the snow. "You're usually not one to be out in the cold." I remained silent for a few moments. "It's better than getting up right now." They made a noise of understanding before we returned to normal conversations. "This has been fun." "We haven't done anything." "Still..." I think the pendulum has gained a purpose now.