A tall, pale, white figure with long, shaggy hair was striding through a massive field one evening. He was dressed in a black, trench coat with an elbow patch on the left arm, fuzzy winter gloves, and a scarlet scarf with a blue checkered design. As he walked along, he felt the light, frigid breeze hitting his face. The snow sloshed loudly to his foot-falls and the aroma of pine trees filled the air. The pasture that was green not too long ago, was no white like the pale man's face. The man was holding a large, brown paper bag that was torn at the bottom. He cradled the bag in his arms as if it were a new born baby. The sun was about to set and night was about to fall. The sky glowed with ambient colors, like a ray of light beaming through a spectrum. As he approaches his humble abode, he smells oak logs burning on an open fire, along with the delicious sustenance his wife was preparing. His spouse was a short, but slender, brunette, with long legs, intelligent, as well as stunning in personality. She had cherry red lipstick on that shined brilliantly with her flawless complexion. Her dress was Burgundy and had off-white embroidered flowers around the bottom. Her name was Denice and she was the ideal woman. There was no stopping him now that he knew what was waiting for the man at the end of the rugged journey. As he came closer and closer to his home, the birds flew from the trees in fright when the man increased speed through the soft, white, powder. Soon enough he arrived to the doorstep of his resting place. He took a long, deep breath, then entered with the feeling of accomplishment and joy. When the man and Denice met eyes, they braced their bodies and lips with love...
