Last night, I found myself on a snow-covered forest path. Once again, I was struck with wonder at what I experienced. My body lay warm and still, far away — a hot water bottle between my legs, buried under blankets, drifting through the night — while I, in another form, laughed at the chill, delighted by that enchanting Christmas scene. Like a child, I scooped up snow, shaping it into balls and sending them flying into the glittering white silence. And as always, when happiness finds me, I long to share it with you. So I called out, hoping you’d appear in that lucid reverie… but you did not. Perhaps it was for the best — for had you arrived, you’d have been buried beneath an avalanche of snowballs, transformed at once into my dream snowwoman.