You’ll find her in cold shadows, the sort that knead to the foothills on bright autumn days and wait for the sun to fade. You’ll feel the pull of biting winds, the lonely song it softly carries, the chiming of distant bells and the promise of sleep and comfort.
Leave her. Step away and don’t look back, before her icy winds find your skin and her cold eyes find your heart. She does not mean to hurt, but it is her very nature, too wild and pure to tame. Some things are beyond help or reason, and simply are what they are; beautiful, but dangerous.