The snow swept by, crystals sweeping across his field of vision like the wispy tendrils of a doe's mane, carried by a strong breeze. They danced across the landscape like a youth in spring, haphazardly tumbling over themselves as if uncertain which way to explore first, every option so full of promise that one was afraid one might miss something, by choosing.
Picking up one heavy hoof, he pushed onward, stomping his hooves to return feeling to his limbs, fighting the lethargy that invited him to indulge, forevermore, in errant thought...