The air changed in a snap.
From warm as breath to icey frost.
Shoulders sag, hunkering down.
Wearing their powerlessness like goose down and wool…
It’s here where the madness comes with the mittens.
Imaginary drifts blocking their paths in darkening skies and the slush slush slushing sounds of frozen freezing snow.
Accept, Breathe, Listen.
See the beauty in this.
Step in the moment.
One foot in front of the other. No one gets out alive… The journey is here!