Moonlight pours into the footsteps

You leave pressed into the newborn snow.

Fairy tales are made of this magic. 

This aura of night and whiteness

And timid awareness of crawling

Out of the ocean. There is nothing

Like being wrapped up in winter’s

Silence. Nothing like casting the 

Molecules of your breath into

The deepness. Alone, for the first time. 

Toe to toe with the hungry power

Of nature. Alive, for the first time.

Folded into the little patterns of 

Warmth cultivated by your heartbeats. 

A sweeping, otherworldly temptation

To tread a little deeper into the 

Frostbitten world.