Ch1

First Paragraph,

Riding atop an unenthused brown horse, sat a large man. His saddle was full with brown and copper colored furs he intended to sell. The air was brisk and bit at his face as he bumped along the jagged cobblestone. The frosty air condensed his breath into miniature clouds as it left his lips. The foggy breath would occasionally invade his gaze, snatching his attention away from the horizon for no more than a moment. His large shoulders rose higher than usual, flooding his lungs deep with icy air. Acting like an oven, his old aching body would heat the air inside of him. The air would rest inside of his warm flesh, until being forcibly released back into the cold. The air now reconstructed into breath, flowed past his old rugged lips.