Snowy Plains

I'm surrounded in billowing snow.

I'm barefoot, but I can't feel the cold.

No...

It's...

as if there is no cold.

I twirl in place, spinning and kicking up the snow in the air in the process.

My dress is woven of sparkling snowflakes, and it spins and twirls with my dance.

I can't hear any kind of music.

Even nature itself is silent, muffled by the falling snow all around.

Yet, I dance unerringly as if I were listening to some music and following a dance to it I'd long ago memorized.

My hair swirls in a graceful circle, following me as I spin and leap around.

I laugh and...

It sounds like the falling snow.

I can't explain it but I know it to be true.

My arms are outstretched as I twirl in place, snow falling from the sky.

I can't even feel the cold.

I close my eyes, lost in the motions of this strange and foreign dance that feels so natural, so easy, like breathing.