Winter comes early and stays long here. This is not pleasing. I am not a snow person. Once, I believed I had escaped from this winter cold place, but life, being the trickster that it is, has sent me back.
Nonetheless, snow and cold do not stop me from walking. I am a walker. And on this morning, my only companions are my cosy, comforting parka, the satisfying, squeaky crunch of my boots upon the snow, and the refreshing, clean air. In this small moment, I am at peace.