The cold winter air freezes my lungs. A cloud of fog leaves my nose. I take a small sip of my hot chocolate, which burns my lower lip. Today was quiet. No reason to be sad yet no need to be happy. I just feel tired. A cold voice sends a shiver down my spine. The deep voice of crunching snow. Instead of a cold wind, I feel a warm wave brush over my face. I walk down the road and a nice lady with and unlit cigarette in her mouth smiles my way. The snow continues to fall around me reminding me how much I love the cold air.
