I'm 5, 6 years maybe.
The late late night/early evening is a very chilly time to be out and about. Walking back home after a long long night, the water droplets from my breath freeze on the hairs of my beard.The tiny icicles hug my face like shy little children that don't want to leave their pappy. The cold comforts me, makes me a little nostalgic for 'home', maybe because it reminds me of Vermont. The night is very quiet and still, I imagine I could walk into old man winter, strolling along the sidewalk in the dead of night, enjoying the peace isolation his frost brings to land. "Oh hello, how do you do? I am just out walk through this magical, twilight land. The limbo between the end of one day and the beginning of another. Would you like to join me? The company would be appreciated."
And we would walk through the night as his bitter cold winds surged across my body. My beard would freeze first, then my legs and soon I would be encased in ice. Snug in the cold embrace of winter, transubstantiated from a boy into a spirit and left to wander the winds all over the earth, with the chill winter gusts as my sole, and constant companion.
And we would walk through the night as his bitter cold winds surged across my body. My beard would freeze first, then my legs and soon I would be encased in ice. Snug in the cold embrace of winter, transubstantiated from a boy into a spirit and left to wander the winds all over the earth, with the chill winter gusts as my sole, and constant companion.