I walk into a land of snow

Wandering through the brush

In a farm blanketed by frost.

The snow under foot crunches with every step

Around the farmland I take in the natural beauty

Ice topped mountains as if Mother Nature herself sprinkled them with sugar

Creating the cake she calls Earth.

From beneath an evergreen tree, I see a horse drawn carriage pull around the corner,

The driver waves and asks my name.

Later, I skate atop a frozen pond and make a fire and roast marshmallows while I warm up,

The wind on my skin is like knives although I am bundled up in layers of clothing.

The gentle smell of a home baked feast wafts from a house nearby

Inside the window I see an old lady bent over, tending to the fire and her family.

The wind howls in my ears as if it is trying to tell me something,

I return to the farm and help chop trees for firewood.

We saw them into small logs, perfect for the bonfire we are making.

Some of the snow has melted and a small stream is flowing through the farmyard

It leads downhill, towards the river, like a tear rolling down the face of this mountain.

The sun slowly sinks beneath the horizon,

Everything painted brilliant shades of pink, orange, and red.