I say we go sledding tonight. Our hill will be long and steep. The packed snow will shine blue in the moonlight. Down the hill we’ll go, the runners on our sleds will sound clickity-clacks as we glide over the hard-packed icy slope. Our sleds will come to a stop in the fluffy fresh snow at the base of the hill. We will laugh and climb the hill and sit beside a bond fire and hold each other and drink hot chocolate before we brave the run again. When finally we get home and curl up beneath our comforter, our muscles will be warm and sore from our many climbs up that beautiful snowy hill.  We will sleep soundly in each other’s arms and dream of our snowy adventure .