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It was cold out. Very cold. I didn’t want to go but I had too. The snow was past my ankles when I sunk into its fluffy consistency and to say the least I wasn’t happy. A long sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt, a fleece, and then a coat, hat, gloves, scarf, and fleece pants. That what I was wearing and it was still cold, but as I walked to the door in my eskimo like attire and grabbed the leash my dog began prancing around bringing a smile to my face. As we began our walk I planned on being outside 15 minutes max just to make my dad happy and then return to the heat of my house. As my dog and I walked up hills and down hills, we finally reached the park where I let him off his leash to run free. Immediately my dog start jumping through the snow taking bites of the white, cold, fluffiness as he went. I stood amused. He is the best dog I have ever met. He was 15 and still a puppy at heart, as proven by the dancing dog before me. At least he was having fun, I was just cold. I chased him around and made him chase me, all just games to pass the time, and then I slipped. And while I was on the ground I realized I was happy. I was happy to be outdoors, in a park, just with myself, my thoughts and my dog. I got up and started sliding on the ice and doing twirls and just pretending I was a figure skater. I was carefree. Nobody was watching me, I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and everything in that moment was just simple and fun. For the first time in a long time I felt like a little kid again. Sliding around on the ice seemed so juvenile and yet it brought me happiness. Suddenly I could feel the warmth of the sun on me, and I could feel the ice underneath me and it all seemed peaceful. I no longer wanted to leave this winter wonderland, but then my dog found an old piece of pizza on the ground and started eating it and I had to take it away and then he was sad about it so we went home. Sometimes in life everything that could possibly go wrong does, but then there are days when only one thing goes right and I cant tell you how happy that one thing can make you. Too often I have taken things for granted even though I try not to or say I don’t. The truth is if I was not given a tomorrow, of course I would miss the people, the memories, but I would miss feeling the cold wind on my face making it go numb, and barely being able to walk because of the 4 layers I’m wearing, or the sight of my dog eating snow, or the park in the winter, or the way I felt pretending I was skating on the ice. Today was the first day in months that I have truly felt like myself and it was beautiful.