Frozen Precipitation And Preoccupations

My mind is not here
It is soaring through wild hills
On the freedom road

Bring on ice and snow
Escape with good company
These are the best times

Apologies for appalling haiku, but forming incoherent, poor poetry is about all I can achieve at this late stage in the year. Also, it snowed today, and I love snow. Nearly holiday time, and I feel a road-trip coming on with my co-pilot (boyfriend). Pictures were taken a couple of years ago in the Brecon Beacons, on a day that was so cold we couldn't stay outside the car for more than a few minutes. Good times.