Venturing outside
Frosty reception awaits
A nip in the air
My feet feel their way
Crystal snowflakes tumble down
My eyes gaze skywards
The windscreen wipers
Make the shape of angel wings
On the frozen glass
With hope I peer out
Through a small hole in the ice
In perishing cold
Before the white snow
Is tarnished and turns to slush
I take a deep breath
The red orange glow
Of a tequila sunrise
Will show me the way
