It's cold, but in a pleasant way,

Like mint is cool yet refreshing.

All I see is white,

But it doesn't bother me.

I could wonder where I am,

Yet strangely I don't care at all.

So I just walk.

I don't know how long,

Or how far I went,

It just seemed like the thing to do.

The sky is a crisp light blue,

A contrast from the miles of white stretched out in all directions.

It's simply beautiful,

I feel like I could stay out here forever.

But reality needs me.

Maybe I'll come back,

Unless I dream up some new world to rest my thoughts in, first.

We'll see.