I was following the pack

all swallowed in their coats

with scarves of red tied ’round their throats

to keep their little heads

from fallin’ in the snow

And I turned ’round and there you go

And, Michael, you would fall

and turn the white snow red as strawberries

in the summertime...

mmm, a day of relaxation.

listening to Bon Iver, Fleet Foxes, Death Cab, my baby Devendra, etc...

it's cold outside, and they're the perfect soundtrack.

come lover bring a blanket,

we'll build a fire in the field.

i'll make you some hot cocoa,

if you swear to not let go.

come gather in serenity,

as the leaves begin their dance.

come sit with me in winter,

and there we'll stay in happyness,

in a field just he and me.