Pristine cut glass snow-flakes reflect prisms of light in the sharp air that bites at my skin.

Blinding bright sun, low at midday, brings a smile to my face and closing eyes can’t see the crystals of ice from my breath, but ears can hear the distant laughter.

In my mind I see the ruby red cheeks of children sledding on twists and turns on the dapple lit forest path. Bursting free into the New Year.