We're driving to take a walk.

The wind presses against my face, but your shoulder presses against mine so it's okay.
I take my boots off and I take my wool socks off and I roll my pants up and I wade in the freezing river as the water all rushes to pass by me. Everything is on it's way. I cannot stand there for long, it's too cold and I must be on my way.

In the spring we'll take long meanders and draw with chalk on the sidewalk, but this will do for now.