Where you found death, I found life

Snowflakes drift down from the sky, as the cold, crisp air fills my lungs.
My soul is at rest, at peace here. All the pain, conflict. struggle... their chains become ethereal here. I am free from those bonds. I dance on a snowflake with a thousand angels. I am alone yet in such company. My heart sings. The sun shines so bright. The wind here is made of the most beautiful music. I don't even care how fleeting the moment is. Here is true liberation, real freedom.
I watch as water-giving life is stopped in time in pillars hanging from the edges of roofs, and become white, blue, and transparent mirrors across lakes and ponds. And those tiny crystals they become when the rain freezes in the air... my childlike wonder for them still shines, no matter what these wrinkles in my face say I should be, no matter what these cracking joints and sore bones protest. I am alive again, youth tasted in old man winter's wake.
Before he melts away into sleep, breathe the air with me and tell me you do not see the sober beauty of what some call the death of seasons.