Looking out my winter window, I see little mounds of snow behind the tracks of the long, lanky feet of the black rabbit with a fluffy tail-poof like a black cotton ball. I hear the sound of snow crunching under the peaceful deer. I see a pine cone falling from a pine tree like a dive-bombing paper airplane I once built. I also see beautiful snowflakes falling down past the towering mountains that look dark and gloomy under the shadowy, depressing clouds. I look around, realizing the doe is almost gone. Then I finally go to get some hot chocolate.