The old man placed his hands on Jonas's bare back.
Jonas felt he was in a sitting position, and under him he could feel a hard flat surface. And at his hands, a rough, damp, rope.
He felt the sharp intake of the frigid air. He felt the cold air swirling around his entire body. Now, he became aware of an entirely new sensation, tiny, soft, feathery, peppering his body.
Beyond the swirl, Jonas perceived what the old man spoke of; snow.
He realized he was up somewhere high. The ground was thick with the furry snow, but he sat on the hard flat object; one that he perceieved to be a sled. The sled seemed to be poised at the top of a long, extended mountain, but then his conciousness tells him hill.
Jonas realized he was going downhill.
His face cut through the frigid air as he began the descent, moving through the substance called snow, on the objext called sled.
Comprehending, he was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air,