And she walks in a dream. Gentle snow blankets her coat and earth as it falls beautifully and silent. Solitary she strides the frozen landscape acutely aware of her most base and evolved self. Icy hard doubt pelts her mind. She is melancholy. Too much soul wisdom to be living small. She sighs deeply, weary from truth. The next moment arrives. Choose wisely she tells herself. And she walks into the cold winter white. D.S.