My shoes were soaked, crunching the snow and making my presence known to the silent sidewalks. I swore I was alone, even though you were beside me. I kept turning around, looking at those heavy steps I had just created, and they left such clear imprints that I was surprised to see your feet hadn’t left a single mark. You took my hand, trying to distract me from your disappearing footprints, and you said something about the storm and how attractive it was to see the snowfall on the trees, protecting their roof and drawing canopies. I took a sip from the bottle of wine we were walking with and its bitterness graced my palate and made my heart warmer. You took the bottle…