The wind brushes against my rosy red tinted cheeks as the flap of my baby blue pea coat lifts up as if to protects my cheeks from the Wind's harsh wrath. The pure white glistens as I tread down the path, each step I take being remembered by the imprint of my boot. The trees shimmer in all their icy glory, each branch covered in little teardrops of ice. The soft falling snow that has started up again sweetly kisses me with each snowflake's descent. The snowflakes stick close to my ears as if to whispers peaceful thoughts into my mind, as I make my way down the uneven cobblestone path. I gently sit down on the snow covered bench, the metal frame being cold to the touch while still being ever so inviting. I sigh of great relief, my breath puffing out like flurry cloud of smoke as I take in the view from my stroll on the cobblestone road.