I've written a very short story for this contest. Please read it first:
I felt warm, I remember. I opened my eyes and looked to my left and saw Geordie still sleeping, curled up in a ball wearing our matching blue and yellow airplane pajamas that Mom thought were so cute. It only made it harder for her to tell us apart. I always woke up first as the window was on my side of the room. It was still pretty early and only light blue seeped through the side of the closed shades. The floors creaked gently as hot water rushed into the radiator, the heat comforting me like a loving embrace. I hugged my security blanket.
Geordie woke up, probably sporting the usual menacing grin on his face. I suddenly felt a ballistic plushie contact my head and I knew my few moments of peace were over. I pick up the poor stuffed hippo and aimed as Geordie jumped out of bed, ready to dodge. I fired, right at his head, as Geordie ducked and ran to my bed. Before I could figure out what was going on, he jumped up from the edge and grabbed my beloved blankey.
Enraged, I leapt out to chased him, the most violent possible thoughts of a 5 year old entering my mind and aimed at Geordie like laser beams. He ran around his bed, with me close behind. Just as I thought I had him cornered, he jumped over his bed, ran across the room, and jumped on to mine, teasing me all the while.
I slowly crouch, feigning defeat, and pick up a small stuffed cow. I stared at him waving my security blanket in victory, and waited for the first moment his attention slipped. And like a flash, I raise my arm and torpedoed the cow. Geordie turned around and tried to dodge, but miscalculated his proximity to the bed's edge. His arms twirled as he fell back, looking for something to grab. His hands found a cord and the blinds flew up.
A bright flash hit me like nothing before and as my vision returned, I saw what I must have thought was sugar falling from the sky and a coating of icing on top of the buildings. The orange street lamps were adorned with white party-hats and the cars were lumps under a blanket of cotton. All the while, Geordie was starting to cry. I turned to him and said "Look!" and pointed. He stumbled over, rubbing his head, turned and froze in awe. We stood, silent, and watched as the flakes swirled behind the window and yellow light from snow-plow beacons passed through the metal bars of the fire escape and swept across our room. And as we stood the floor creaked again. Water rushed into the radiator sitting next to me, the metal fittings crackling like a purring kitten, and I felt warm, I remember.
For this tune contest, I want you to write music that somehow captures the very last moment of that story, either the events of the scene, an encapsulation of the emotion, or both. You may want to consider the human context -- children seeing snow for the first time, the setting -- an apartment building in a city in the morning, and what's happening -- a heavy snow storm falling.
There are no limitations. The music can be abstract or literal. It doesn't have to be melancholy or upbeat or happy or pensive. You can use any sort of instruments in any combination. It just has to be appropriate as far as how you interpret the scene. After all, most game music is incidental music! You can explain your specific motivation if you'd like, but it's not necessary.