A-3

written 9.11.09 I wake up, I'm cold, freezing cold. The ice is frosted on my eyelashes. But I lay there, I love the cold. I feel the pillowy softness beneath and beside me on all sides. I feel the wet flakes on my face, making me more awake and alert. I look all around me, everything is completely white... pure... beautiful. Everything is muffled and quiet. The silence is peaceful. I don't smell much except the clean snow. The sun shines down and reflects off the perfect white crystals. I smile. I love this scene so much. I love the winter, so much.