The wintry wind bites at my skin,
The crisp cold hanging hungrily in the air
And loitering icily down below.

The sunny sky shines brightly ripe,
Music beats softly with my steps,
Sure and unfaltering on slippery streets.

Face stinging, fingers numb from cold,
I have no set destination.

But my mind is content, my heart warm,
It is a fresh day for a walk-
A blank slate for exploring life's world.