First came the pic in my head, then the poem, and so I managed to paint the piece too. To be quite honest I love snow myself, winter’s my favourite season... They’re all around me, I’m surrounded. All is whiteness, Emptiness. Everything is covered in white cold. The sky as well as the ground. Mountains. Huge, white giants, grinning at me, they know my fear. A cave. A grand, white hole with icespear-teeth, ready to swallow me. So light. Glowing, gleaming, burning my eyes. If the cave was darker, I would enter, even to my death. But here is no shadow, just whiteness, even the montains are only cold, white. I am to die here, and the only colour that ever are to be, the only warm ever shared, it will all be me... And it won’t even last long. Soon, I’ll be covered in cold white.