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.
