She loved making snow angels. She loved the feel of the movement with cold snow underneath her body. She felt invigorated.
She was making her angels while singing the Smiths. The two things were somewhat opposite in how they framed her mindset. But they each jazzed her up. After finishing the angels, she headed to the gazebo and completely undressed. She then ran and jumped into the water. It was cold and she was alive. Alive and free. She licked the coldness and kept it close to her heart.