Cold wind blows against my body,
against my cheek.
If I were wood,
I'd surely creek.
Leafs crunch beneath my feet.
In that moment it's like everything  has frozen around me.
My heart is beating fast.
Nothing matters now,
It's in the past.
Everything is cold and sharp,
just like the weather around me,
though somehow it still warms my heart.
I raise my arms above my head,
while sporting red mittens,
a sharp ruby red.
Head tilt back,
eyes have closed,
I smell the crisp air through my nose.
Twirling fast round,
I don't care if I hit the ground.
My mood has changed in this moment,
thoughts now erased,
a huge smile has taken up spaces,
on my face.
I love everything about this place,
the smell,
the taste,
the touch,
the sound.
The way it seems to lift my body way up off the ground.