Sunday, 15 March 2015

Getting Lost

Last Winter. 
There was warmth in the shivering cold of Minnesota.
Miles behind me and miles ahead. All covered in snow.

I could hear the echo of my own breath
I could hear the river in the valley which was about to freeze.

I felt no weight on my shoulder,
No wrinkles on my forehead.

The trees stood still and so did the time.
Happiness was everywhere,
And there was no price to pay for it.
I stood there as a formless creature till my toes started to freeze.

When was the last time you were lost in the moment?
Do you remember?

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