Bow Valley Glacier
(pic by Jonathan S Green)
The sheer loneliness of snow. A big wide mouth, almost like a dead planet. Almost the moon. Do you dare come and meet me here? Will you join me in the depths of myself?
Loneliness and cold. Rain. One bird, one squirrel; both hungry and fighting over a squirmy spider with telescopic eyes. Do you see them? They are all having a party inside of my head. And I want to scream. Let the snow fall over my head.