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.