Let the pain go.

White flakes flew across the land with increasing intensity, driven by the fierce winds from the north. The white landscape grew as the flakes settled where they land. No creatures, animals or humans were about, or stupid enough to be. The temperature sunk down to a record low. A wooden house lay in a clearing among the barren trees. Smoke rose in a wispy column through the chimney. Through the window, we sat. The fireplace gave out heat, but you snuggled in, as though knowing that my body gave out warmth. A sip of vodka, as we talked about nothing and everything all at once. Nothing could harm us here, for we are safe, from the world, from the cold, from ourselves.