It is a serene scene in front of me today. I stand on top of a snow covered mountain and look in the distance. I soak in the tranquility of the fluffy cottony dreamy landscape. This is the stuff of my winter dreams that I would weave with sweaty palms. I’d shudder in this cold had it been some other era, some other lifetime but not today. It is me against the world today, the calmness of the scene is the perfect backdrop to the storm brewing inside me. I stand amid the white canvas like a speck of black dust!