if the winter could talk, what would he sound like? is his voice cold like the wind, is it bitter or sharp like the trees without leaves?what stories would he know? of people wandering through the forest and loving the icy breeze, of couples holding each other tight and sharing their warmthwhat do you think about when the first snow falls? I remember your heartbeat right next to mine, snowflakes fill the sky and the sound of footsteps in freshly fallen snow, hot chocolate after a walk in the freezing cold and the smell of christmas all over the house