greencheek

Snow. I feel the chill of the softest breeze and the subtle warmth of light that rests on my face. I hold my eyes shut tight  as the mixture caresses my cheeks.  Silence fills the air as the world still sleeps and I hear the snow shift in the air. and the sound as it breaks away under my feet. the cold fills my lungs and  numbs my fingers. with each breath I take the cold envelops me more  making me feel the peace of the air around me . Slowly I open my eyes and the darkness is flooded with diamond light as the morning sun shines upon the  fresh snow, my eyes adjust to the light  a