Winter Kiss

She steps outside and the air feels refreshing.

She takes a deep breath and holds the coldness in her lungs until it burns.

She feels alive.

She walks down the sidewalk loosing her footing with every step.

She finds it hard to walk in, but is not annoyed by the difficulty.

The snow packed sidewalk makes her slip in a drunken manner that makes her smile.

Nature is playing with her.

The wind is howling in her ears and slipping inside her coat sending a shiver through her body.

A shiver that she does not welcome, but understands.

Her hood falls with the push of the wind, exposing her naked ears.

At this point her cheeks have rouged and her lips are dry.

She puts her hood back up but to no avail. The wind is stubborn.

It wants to play and it won’t allow her to hide.

She eventually gives in but still tilts her head shying away from the wind.

She is not in the mood to play.

The wind dies for a moment allowing her to peer into the sky.

She stops walking and stares in front of her for a moment squinting in the sunlight.

Just then a snowflake falls on her lips and surprises her by its delicate presence.

She’s been kissed by winter.