Softly the wind blows, touching the tops of my cheeks as I walk outside.
I look around me and see a world of white.
On the branches of the trees a little layer of powder, twinkling in the light.
The sun is invisible behind the clouds, who fill up the atmosphere.
Little prints of cat paws have appeared.
I breathe out.
A cloud whirls from between my lips.
I look up.
Birds twirl in rounds above my cold nose.
I hear the crackling sound of snow beneath my feet.
And think of how nice this weather can be.