Snow Warfare Dreams.
Tiny white unique soldiers floating down from Heaven's gates.
Each and every with it's own path, tempting the fates.
Bundled up and warm, I gaze upward.
Watching and contemplating my next move against the on coming horde.
Daydreaming of hot chocolate, and a little vibrating ball of fur sitting contently on my lap.
His golden eyes shut, deep in a nap.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, the white warriors have fallen to my size eight and a half vehicles of mass destruction.
Soon I will be home to make my daydream a true life vision.