The dim green grass underfoot

has a soft crunch.

Lightly,

snow falls

against the pale

night sky.

My breath is even

and calm.

A symphony of city sounds

envelops me in

a cocoon of tidy background

music.

My pace is brisk,

but it seems as if

I'm taking my time.

The cool night air

shows me glorious winter

dances.

I see my breath,

whisping and dancing

against the curtain of shadow.

It's dark,

but I can see just fine.

It's chilly,

but I don't feel cold.

I'm alone,

but I'm not lonely.