He went out to look at the stars. It was a beautiful winter night. White, clean snow was covering the land and trees. Everything was just the way he liked it.

He walked down to the lake, the nice frozen lake, when he heard someone calling from the other side. A girl’s voice, beautiful, like she was singing.

He crossed the bare ice, the wind had taken the snow. On the shore it was harder to walk. There, in the shadow of the fir trees he saw her. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Hello! He said. Aren’t you cold? She had only a small string shirt and panties on. Her curves were perfect, her eyes deep and mysterious. Her blond hair fell softly around her shoulders.

Cold is a state of mind, she said with a puzzled look. Are you… cold?

Yes, he answered, warming his body with his arms. It’s freezing out!

Come, she said. Her eyes sparkled with teasing lust. Was this real? He moved closer. She took his hand.

Can you feel my heart beating? She asked. He couldn’t. He felt her tit, though. And his own heart beating faster. She stood up. Laughed. Kissed him. Her tongue in his mouth. She took off his clothes. He didn’t feel the cold any more. He felt good. Her hands all over his body. His chest. His abdomen. His cock.

Her panties fell to the ground.

They made beautiful love in the snow. They lay watching the stars until sleep carried them away. Why am I not cold? He thought as his mind wandered off into dreamland. Cold is a state of mind, he heard her voice say from a far, like a warm wind of beauty.

His parents found him the day after, frozen to death in the snow. No one ever found out why he had crossed the river and undressed. There were no other footprints than his.

Beyond Faith and Reason