[TheMerryFairy]

When I woke up, the first hints of the sun coming up were barely visible. I looked out the window and while I could tell it was bitterly cold,my first thought reflected how tranquil and so beautiful it all was. Everything was still. The mounds of snow were shining from the ice cystals and there were a few stray snow flakes falling onto the pavement. In a distance I could see the ice caps on the water.

I enjoyed waking up to that sight. I made a cup of tea and had a peaceful few moments curled in my blankets, not wanting to get up from snuggling the pillow. At the same time, I wanted to go out and enjoy the view. I wanted to walk around and feel free, to feel as though maybe I was the only person who would have that chance this morning in that hour.

I was floating in my mind and outside of myself at the same time, aware of every scent and sound. My feet crunching over ice, my breathe fogging my path and the smell of fresh snow and baked bread came over me at once. I started to daydream as I walked along, delivering my papers and I thought about what it would be like to share those few moments with someone else. Would they see it differently? Would the simple quietness even matter? Would it seem just as still if someone else was walking with me? Or would my energy melt and warm transforming while engaged in conversation?

*Swoon*