Different perspectives

Person one:

Snow drifts down from clouds of gray misery, setting the little town in a sloth-like trance. The next morning, our car slinks through the town, spinning up rifts of slush. Though it's not yet January, I can't wait for spring!

Person two:

I wake to find the still, silent sunlight of winter creeping through my window. I glance at my alarm clock:  8:13 is glowing in bright neon green. School is closed!! I jump out of bed in joy and peer through my window; the hills outside are coated in a soft white blanket of beauty. As I dash down the stairs, I think of how much fun we'll have sledding.