Shapeshifter

The wind tugged at her soul, 

the sunlight gentling the frigid air into mild warmth. 

The snowy mountains were magnificent creatures that stole breath from her lunges. 

The trees dusted in white exuded the sharp scent of pine and sweet vanilla. 

What she would give to shed her skin and run free in this magical wild winter. 

To fly and taste the winds, 

drink the sky, 

and marvel at the quiet power radiating from this beautiful place.