I walk out into the morning, the crisp air striking at my exposed skin, like pins. I crunch through the fresh snow that has floated down overnight.
Wind sweeps away the wrinkles in the blanket of white.
Cleaning away the green undergrowth, swallowing it whole. My puppy swift in the snow, paws her way through. Chomping chunks away as she goes. The small bites in the large blanket are soon filled by the tedious wind. As we make our way out, my thoughts dwindle back to the comfort of the supporting fireplace that was left inside.