the Northern Dream Vest...

Winter biting. Storm howling.
Wet to the bone. Nearly broken.
I’m at peace.
Mother Nature, my guide.
My love.
The one that tests me.
Pulls me to live.
To search.
To go farther than sense.
A moment.
Catch my breath.
Take it in.
The inside storm slows.
The noise thins.
I’m here.
I’m alive.

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