I...

...step out of the house, look up into the grey sky. a smile. I inhale the cold air. breathe out. see my own breath in front of me. repeat this process. snow in the air, snow on my face, snow on the ground. it's cold but not in my warm shoes and not under my warm gloves. step by step do I walk - or rather slide - on the pedestrian walk. on a wet and slobbery ground towards an even wetter and more slobbery zebracrossing. snow on my furry bonnet, snow on my coat. a wandering snowman. another smile. I grab into my as-well-snowy bag, take out my camera and shoot. again do I smile because nothing makes me happier than the beginning of winter.