I was spellbound, when I first embraced winter. Glimmering at my feet I saw ice, in a deep night sky, it cast glacial ebony and kissed the most brilliant highlights cast from the glowing stars. I breathed, a cloud of fog crept from my mouth. I inhaled; the crisp sent of pine penetrated my chilled nostrils. I was surrounded by open sky. Swirling navy and magenta sent from the darkest void of space creating an elegant backdrop for this calm night. From the sky such vital specks of the brightest white fell down at me. I lifted my hand into the air, moving closer to one of these animate beings, and as my finger came within atoms of the speck, everything paused.
The once dancing snow was now stock-still resting infinitely close to my skin floating, weightless, capsulated in an experience only my own. The snow was quiet as it hung in the sky, it was petrified, a victim covered in a skin of glass. I had all the time I needed, I could think of anything I wanted, I finally had the time. I was content with only stares, rotating my perspective to observe every angle, to see every detail, even the new ones. So tranquil was I in the night, that my own thoughts penetrated my mind’s.
I was overcome with euphoria; my depraved thoughts had finally been set free. The winter moon hanged dead, as a pale reflection looming ominously over my shoulder still following me.
