I stand outside, the cold winter air whips across my face.

The frost fills my lung, cooling my body from the inside out.

I gaze into the surrounding, the soft snow blanketing the terrain, i stare into the distance.

Falling deeper into the trace-like state, visions come to me from the cold.

THE snow, creating the effect of moving into high speed, eventually the speed, turns into weightlessness,

I float through the air, as if a feather in the wind

the snow, takes shape of the seed of man,

coming down in long white lines, as if comets falling from the skies, 

Nirvana, pure carelessness,

Nothing matters but this moment, I am the center of the universe,

My humanity, covering me like a blanket, brings me warmth in the cold.

I am human.