Driving through windy roads and into the mountains. We drove on Highway 18
what is considered the rim of the world. I see endless thick woods that bare the weight
of many snowfalls. Seemed like not one thing on the ground escapes it. With the warmth of my
wife at my side. I slowly drift into the clouds that swallow our car as we reach higher heights.
I become in sync with natures breath, she always lightens the atmosphere.
We stop to find the perfect snow-hill to create a childhood memory never collected.
We pull out all sorts of sleds, all different colors. We start paving a new sledding path for the
best run down these hills.
As I mount my sled all I can remember is the snow after her footprints.
And how the snow on her scarf and head-wrap left different flakes that resemble stars.
I drift into a daydream of snow forts, snowballs, and how we can read endless books here by
the fire we created with old black wood. My daydream dashed by kids sledding by once again.
I glance to my right and all I can see are my wife's deep plum and robust lips against the white snow.
They describe our love perfectly, hot and carnivorous. We leave footprints behind that quiet our minds enough to hear and see we are ALIVE TOGETHER! She wraps her arms around me as the silent snowfields that surround us witness the warmest winter ever.