on suc h clear, d c cold winter's days, I think off / pine forests stretching higg h h above me, enveloping me in cool, fresh darn k kness, not unfriendly, inviting rather, I breathe in crisp pine/ -scented air, my lungs and my skin tingles with life, and my blood runs wild. / \ 7 1 / 7 0 / 1 0