• As the snow falls my heartfalls with it,
    Dancing all the way to the ground,
    I am not chilled nor swayed by the coldest wind,
    I stand in the snow,
    Breathing in its soft wet smell,
    Watching it melt into my mittens,
    I fall back into the snow and look up at the swirling gray clouds above me,
    Their color is probrably as soft as their texture,
    I close my eyes and lay in the snow,
    I won't move until the snow stops falling,
    I hope it keeps falling,
    Just for old times sake.