What do you see?
The white mounds over the trees and over the ground, the night skye, and a friend watching my own intimate experience with Mother Earth

What do you hear?
The wind as is runs through the trees and the hum of the generator that sits behind me

What do you smell?
The smoke from the cigarettes that I turned to for comfort

What do I taste?
The chill from the snow and the bitter taste of tobacco that somewhat reminds me of bad coffee

And now, what do I feel?*
The tiny crystals that greet my face with an arctic hug, the gusts that push against me

And finally,
I feel bliss