You have to leave your place. It's cold outside, you don't want to go, but you have to. Being on board, the noise of the plane reminds you that there is no way back. Although you fly through clouds, your black thoughts make your moves more difficult. Close your eyes and turn cold into a beautiful landscape with pure snow. Your thoughts are trees that cover your favorite paths and the clouds are your magic snowdust. The beauty of the nature, the harmony, the pure love....stop there. You are not playing in 'the little house on the prairie'.