The wind snaps at my coat and lashes out at my nose,
But I ignore it; for the allure of this scene makes my forget everything.
I see my reflection on the glimmering frozen lake.
It is like a mirror, frozen and beautiful.
I look up and see icicles with sun shining through them.
Their miraculous beauty slowly fading as they drip to nothing.
The snow crunches softly below my feet,
And I ponder whether or not to resist the urge to make a snow angel.
This wonderland will eventually melt,
But the moments I have spent admiring the sight will stay with me forever.