j'ai froid, mais ca va

Listening to Sigur Ros, I feel colder than normal. My hands are nearly blue and this music takes me to a vast region in my head surrounded by snow. I'm standing in the cold. It's okay, though. A sense of calm rushes through me. Snow flakes are falling all around. It is so quiet, I can hear the snow flakes landing. Enormous flakes, like cotton balls from the sky. Some hang on my lashes. I am cold and alone, but I am not afraid. A sense of quiet peacefulness guides me through the cold. The world seems mysterious and magical. For the moment, I am the only person here. The purity of my surroundings is overwhelming I am breathless, but I continue. I am happy. I have found contentment. For the moment, I stop thinking about where I am going, and appreciate the journey. I have never been more at peace.