• Sitting there on the snow covered rock,
    the day is ending and the sun has not come out all day.
    In ways the snow feels like sharp needles piercing my skin, but tonight it feels like a secret warmth burning inside me. The sky is grey and depressing, but I am not, as the snow falls on my red cheeks. The feeling of calmness fills the air, and I can feel it in the icy wind. Looking up, it looks like the snow will never end. I wish that that were true. For some reason, snow is like my sunshine. I stand up and bid adieu to the snow, and walk indoors. Until next time, o beautiful snow.