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 


first touch of water is shocking it’s colder than you think  it’s going to be but you’re held and in that warmth throughout your bones  your skin muscles marrow consuming you to the core at the same time as  the surface shiver jolts you awake teeth chattering  and yet you feel warm inside though you…