Peterman Catalog #3: Scarf

The snow fals lightly on the ground, lining the grass and pavement with a thin layer of powder. I wrap up for the cold before exiting my warm lair. My coat, black wool, warms my chest nicely. I put on my thick, wool, scarf and wrap it twice around my neck, letting the excess fall and follow behind me like a shadow. I open the door, and step into the cold. With my scarf and coat I feel no wind, except that against my face. My scarf now blows behind me, leaving a white trail of where I've been. My feet guide he path towards my destination.