I was in the barn that first snow. Sweat was gathering on me, mixing with the dust. I could feel the dirt of the day clinging to my burning skin. Then, having finished one more job, I wandered out of the shadows into a dying day. The barn doors slowly slid closed, and as the rollers squeaked, I breathed in that cold, clean taste of air which comes before the snow.
Turning around, I stood before the gorgeous sun, which setting there, was shining through the glassy sky like some majestic jewel, and saw that all around me fell the crystal star-like ice, each flake shining, glittering, by that brilliant sphere. My world was rainbowed diamonds gently falling against my naked arms with their soothing coolness. The day was at an end, and ended as a dream.
Tale Told 