A Winter Walk

There is a myth, if one walked on snow bare foot one would be able to fly. It had snowed all day and my sister thought she would test the myth. She went outside bare foot as if it were summer. The trees were sleeping and the snowflakes were laughing. She walked and walked and was not able to fly. She had been outside for half of the day; she could not feel her legs nor feel her heart beat. She was dead and her soul was the only one able to fly.