A Sixty Dollar Value!!

The air is warm and humid. Voices fill the room one mans words slowly trespass on another's. The faint sent of a meal just finished still in the air. I slowly and carefully way through the crowd. People who I don't know coming up to me, making the comments that one can only make when talking to a child. "You've gotten so big", one says , "and how old are you?" another asks. Every comment met with the same response, a shrug followed by covering my face a bit with the top of my shirt and the warm on my cheeks as I start to blush.
Quickly I move to some one familiar. My brother in the corner signals for me to come over. We head to to door, dressing ourselves in our winter snow suits that cause us to resemble miniature versions of the State Puff Marshmallow man. Stepping out the door the cold nips an the exposed parts of my face. The sky is black except for the faint shots of white that are distant stars. The snow is powder and I wade waist deep through banks of snow. Looking up to the sky I gaze in to infinity, and lights of green and yellow dance for my amusement.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds