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Huge, white, light flakes softly pat the ground.  

I stand in the comforting warmth while

Acres of frozen ground grow an icy white frosting

The window pane scares the blood away from the tip of my nose.

I breathe out and make circles on the glass.  



An hour later I’m cruising through the silent white path

The packing of snow under my feet creates

The only sound other than the knock of my heart

Puffs of steam and footprints remain in my wake.  

I am a smooth, efficient machine gliding through the deep woods.  



On the way back the snow and wind try to beat me back

My face feels cold for a mile then goes numb

I press on into the wind and eventually make it home.  

I stand very still as the hot water runs down my body

Soft, white cotton clothes gladly retain my body heat.



I sit in a chair and sip hot chocolate.  

The wind blows the snow harder than ever,

Sticking it to the sides of the house

The world is cold and frozen

And my days simple and relaxing



And I am happy