Snow Angel

In some ways I had never felt more alive. I felt each snowflake on my skin with an intensity that made it tingle like being touched by a miniature ice cube or burned by a miniature flame. My exhilaration made me feel warm inside even while the icy wind worked its freezing fingers into me from the outside to remind me of my vulnerability as I stood there. I was shaking from both the excitement and the cold as I looked down in awe, admiring the exquisitely simple beauty of the snow angel that I had created naked.