Carvings in the Snow

There is a something strangely and methodically intoxicating
when I carve paths in the snow.
I let my feet carry me places
and the crunch of freshness
comforts me in knowing that I have been
the only one in the world to touch those snowflakes.
And I want so badly to make
something out of nothing,
to have some other purpose other than carving paths in the snow.
I think that there is some other
things that I could be doing with my life.
But I am not sure yet.
Feet, help me carve patterns in the snow.
Because this is all I know right now.