Suspense

It is cold.

Too cold.

Ha, haven't you always wanted to write that? And how would we know if there WAS something ominous or portentous about the weather, anyway? Birds, maybe? (I think ravens always figure in ominous scenes somewhere.)

Look at Abe's face. He looks like an oracle of doom. Perhaps he alone knows what is coming. While the rest of us scurry on, oblivious.