standing in snow

scent of pine trees and sap that runs down wintery bark footsteps crunching into white standing  looking through the trees inhaling cold air exhaling a cloud of warmth making curls as it disappates the land is slightly blue  but in stillness you can feel the connection 

Footsteps in the snow

The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being. It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates. You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big…