

EncountersSurrounded by a blanket of white, my limbs slowly going numb, I am acutely aware of the warmth of your body pressed against mine. Our breath comes in white puffs in the frigid air as we talk softly. My laughter rings out too loudly, echoing in the stillness, and you try not to smile as you chastise me, telling me to hush. I clamp a hand over my mouth, still shaking with muted mirth, and you shake your head in exasperation, your amusement barely disguised. Glancing in annoyance at the sun slipping ever lower in the sky, I wonder aloud how much time has passed, shivering slightly. Your breatEncounters