I walk outside,as I open the door I get a slap in the face,not a mean slap,but more a gentle slap from a playful lover you've been away from for a short while.
I smile because I've missed that cold rush on my skin,I breathe deep into my lungs the painfully cold air and feel so alive.
I open my icy blue eyes and look out,past the white church steeple to the snow covered mountains,so tranquil and serene,wishing I could be there,as a person wishes to see an old friend.
then as if it were mere seconds since I entered the cold embrace of my winter love,she blows gently in my hair as if to say,please go inside now and get warm so you can come back to me soon.
reluctantly I listen,brush away the cold and go inside,where it's always too warm.
At least I can always walk back outside........to see her again