I inhale deeply; the air is crisp and clean. A cold snowy winter playground surrounds us; moonlight shining upon the otherwise dark forest. The nearby lake is frozen, jagged boulders slicing through the ice. We walk very aware we are alone in this winter wonderland. The silence is peaceful as I sit down and listen to nature. Always one to embrace opportunity, I push you into a snow bank and laugh that you can no longer stand up from the deep snow. I crawl across to you and pull off your hat, as your dark hair falls into your face; I stare into your clear blue eyes. I feel your soft lips brush against my face searching, hungry for mine. As you attempt to rise from the mound of snow I push you back down forcefully, pinning you down and kiss you. Then I offer my hand to you and we rise and begin to walk through the moonlit woods. You can hear the ice crunching below our boots as we walk through the glazed white surface.
We come to an old barn; I lead you inside to warm up from the cold. The barn having been abandoned long ago requires further investigation. As we look around we see some old wheel barrels, gardening tools, a dusty wood burning stove with a box of damp cold firewood next to it, an old wooden army chest filled with wool blankets and gun ammunition. There are also piles of hay and old corn feed. We peer up to witness a hole in the roof where the full moon is lighting the barn and notice a loft. Ever the explorer, I urge you to go with me and investigate. Fearing it's not safe you offer to go first. We climb an old wooden ladder and as we walk around the loft we now have a view of the entire barn. The old wooden beams are thick and knotty, however still obviously very sturdy. We look up to the stars as blowing snow dances around the night sky.
