The next time I saw him I was eight. It wasn't long after my birthday, just into December. Nearly two feet of snow lay on the ground. I'd spent the day out playing in it but more had come down in the evening. When I woke and looked out the window the snow seemed to glow in the full moon's light, an undisturbed blanket of white. And there he was. Once again he was standing just into the fields. This time he was dressed in a warm winter coat, woolly hat and gloves. He seemed about the same age as me and the smile was the same one I remembered from before. Just looking at him filled me with happiness, with energy. And this time I could join him. I grabbed on some warm clothes, sneaked downstairs and wrapped up for the weather. Unlocking the back door I shoved my feet into my boots
