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The snow fell thick enough to turn the world around me into a mirage of white contours and fuzzy silhouettes vaguely discernable in the distance. It was like staring into a static struck television from a foot away and impossible to distinguish actual landmarks from mere figments of my imagination. My footprints would disappear just a few feet behind me as I wandered aimlessly in the cold. I was ill prepared for such an endeavor. My hands were clenched tightly in the pockets of my pea coat as I squeezed nearly tight enough to draw blood, reaching for some semblance of warmth. My pants felt as though they would shatter with every step, as the snow accumulating on my jeans would melt and quickly refreeze. Having given up on wiping the snow from my face, I could feel my cheeks and lips slowly succumbing to frost bite. I hadn't the slightest idea where I was going, or even where I was for that matter, but marched forward none the less, assuming each subsequent step would be my last. Funny though, with such heavy snowfall I could hear nothing but the persistent trudging of my shoes through the dense accumulation. That is, until a voice cut through the winter air.

"Come on, this way Andre!" It was the voice of a young woman, but nothing I recognized. Whoever she was, I was getting closer. Her voice grew louder even as she finished the sentence. She sounded like safety. Like something warm. Like a reason to keep walking.

"Where are you?" Beyond the thick clouds of my own breath I still saw nothing but the static. I stopped dead where I stood and waited perfectly still, hoping to hear the sound of redemption once again break the silence.

"Over here, we're almost there!" She was strait ahead. Still I saw nothing, but heard her clearly. I struggled to lift my feet from beneath what was now nearly a foot of snow and began to run. I didn't know why, but I just had to reach her.

"Almost where? Who are" Before I could finish my thought, I saw her, or rather her eyes.

What a stark contrast to the bleak and dismal world around me. Everything else dissolved away. In all honesty I can't even recall what color they were, something light, even radiant, but the color isn't what struck me. There was something intangible to them, something I could never hope to put my finger on, but would never mistake for anything else. Before I even saw the rest of her face I knew she was smiling. I didn't care to finish my question. As I stepped forward the atmosphere between us seemed to pull back

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