I walk through the freezing cold on a path that is rough.
The light shimmers on the grass that the dew left, sparkling like pretty diamonds on ice.
The trail feeling endless, and the cold spirals in the atmosphere like the clouds came down to the ground.
The trees swayed like marimba dancers performing a dance.
The chill coming up my spine as fast as a cheetah hunting its prey and staying there like a koala stuck to it’s tree.