Jason Miller offers the following paragraph from his essay "Peace of Mind," about a special feeling in the snow:

I was 15 and very lively. My life was a bustling center of chaos, and I never stopped. I was the stereotypical teen. One time in the winter, I had just gotten through arguing with my parents. In a pointless rage over something trivial, I left the house to get away from them. Outside it was snowing and cold. My face tingled with sensation from the cold as I made my way to the backyard. It was there that I decided to end my journey. I plopped into the snow abruptly and lay still for many minutes. As I lay there, the coldness faded with the thoughts in my head. My mind and body went numb. I began to feel really at peace. The sky above was quiet, and the only noise was the snow falling around me. I remember lying there in a trance for a long time. I didn't want it to end. Things were so clear to me at that moment. Nothing cluttered my mind, and I wasn't tired or awake. I simply sat in a mindless, pleasant void. This lasted until my parents finally came and broke my trance, yet for some reason I have never forgotten those minutes. I've never felt so at peace before. Many times after, I have had similar feelings, all dealing with the outdoors and isolation, yet none quite as strong. Sometimes I wish I could feel that way again; someday I hope that I will.