We push our way through tunnels cut in snow.  Each step slipping, losing ground.  It gets tiresome as the cold sets in and we persist, because it’s all we know.  Pressing forward through what the world has to throw at us.  We look back from time to time and wonder how we get where we’re going through such arduity.  Have we help from others?  The motorists who pas by the salted slush piles and share them so readily with us.  Have we need of others?  Bundled so tightly nothing of them can be seen but the chill in their squinting eyes.  There was a time I relished the feeling of snow under my back while I let the flakes melt in my eyes.

Another day, to believe…just breathe.  Another day.  Just believe.  Another day.  Just breathe.  Another day.  Just believe.  Another day.  Just breathe.  I’m used to it by now.  Another day, staring at the ceiling.  Just breathe.

Simplicity be adored, I wish for it now.

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