Footprints hide

Among the fallen snow

As ever more

Comes floating down.

Winter is nice

It's soft, it's quiet

Outside, at least

I can be free.

Angels, sculptures

Whatever I build

Keep me company

For the time being.

Even now, though I

Have real friends

Sometimes I like

To have time to myself.

But, it's seems

 Like I'm not alone

I wonder if the others

Have come to play too.

So I follow the footprints

Before they disappear

And find him sitting

Above, lost in thought.

It's a blizzard outside! I'm glad I took my walk when I could; right now I'd be lost in a world of white.

Also, I updated Thoughtless' summary. Do read it when you have the time; I would love to hear your thoughts. Hopefully it's better than the previous one.

-Jade