#5, snow

More than sometimes I imagine what it would be like to just disappear

from everything.

Drop it all. Leave everything. A rucksack and a duffle bag and just

walk into the woods.

Look up into the stars as the snow falls soft on the trees.

Blissful silence. Snow-quiet. Cloud of breath into the dark, just the moon

illuminating the water vapor in the air.

Not even the skittering of animals can be heard.

The breathing moving under current of life that runs deep under the brush.

Like blood under our skin.

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