Cutting between islands coated in green, capped in snow
Clouds creep in covering the hills
Wrapping them for warmth against the frigid whipping wind.

We glide, float; adrift through green waters

Seagulls hover midair, unaware of the cold
Small houses hide in crevices
Snuggled close against the mountains

White waters fall into freezing waves
Bright forests fill the spaces
Friendship shared in steaming mugs