Winter fuck with end-of-year???? speech

It was broad daylight, the snow was shining in the sun. We had gone out for a simple walk in the woods: the fresh air, the silence broken only by our steps. She, with delicate hair under her clothes, a spontaneous beauty, a smile that defied the cold. Me, with a glass of sparkling wine in my jacket, ready for an early toast. On the white mantle, the contrast between the cold outside and the warmth of our bodies: an act of passion born naturally. Our slow movements, the snow as an improvised bed, the warm, enveloping climax, in the midst of that winter quiet. A moment that transformed a simple walk into an unrepeatable memory.