I'm out walking
In the cold and frozen
Probably another world
Existing only in my imagination,
beneath a dark sky
The air coming from my lungs blows gracefully
Almost dancing
From my lips
Turning into smokey white clouds around my head
The brisk February air
Grabbing my face
Seeping into me
Invading me like a disease
Refreshing is the feeling of the cold
Numbing my cheeks
Turning them a rosy red
As my hands shiver in my mittens
And my teeth chatter,
the frozen music of the arctic people
The moon beams happily down on me
Creating my only light
And the stars,
My only path and guide
Along this frozen lonely road,
I soon come upon a snowman
His stick arms point outward
In a friendly gesture
I take the snowman's gloves
And am suddenly filled with a warmth
I hold his glove as if it were not empty
As if it was filled with the hand of a best friend
And on my way home I walk
along the sidewalk made for two
Instead of the one across the street
Big enough for only one
