Mystic Falls snows, but not as thick as this.

[ she'd been able to walk from her house to the grill without too much trouble, but these woods, this snow… it all feels different. maybe it's her disorientation and the fact that he has a haircut that's making it harder for her to walk.

yes, she thinks it's definitely the haircut. she'll blame that for all her troubles.

she sighs, feeling slightly tired. ]

I could walk from my house to the Grill and back again, but now I feel like I don't know how to walk.