MISTER FROST

When the chill drifts in on the shifting winds, Mister Frost makes his annual pilgrimage to the mountain. Caressed by the needles of one thousand mischievous pines, he climbs on, upward to the summit. At the pinnacle, he pauses. Poised on the edge of nowhere, the free fall beckons. With one foot in the air, he lets the first snow carry him home.