Place my mukluks on my feet and let joy run through my soul as the crushing of freshy frozen snow makes my body melt into the ground. Let my parka ruff wave in the wind as my blond hair wraps around the furs of a fallen wolf and past wolverine. Watch as my heart and the leather of my beaver fur mittens find themselves enveloping the landscape around them. Take the snowfall and hold it dear. There's no more comforting home than the twisting trails of a long forgotten winter willow stream. Let the lynx trace my path. And warm my mind with the comforting thought of never truly being alone.
