We went east. We drove up into the mountains. Snow was on the trees, on the ground, on the rivers. We went into the woods with skis. Snow was in our faces, on our clothing, on our skis. We inhaled snow. Wind blew snow. We drove to the cabin and the food we had was lentil stew and apples. More snow. The sound of the snow under our boots was crisp never sorry.
The trees bore snow on their outstretched bowed limbs. The birds were nutcrackers. I scared somnolent fishes.
A quartet of hot springs collected in a pool, warming our feet our thighs our tummies our hands and arms.
We woke up at night when snowflakes infiltrated our cabin and we talked about our dreams. You were with us, nodding, smiling.
