I’m a junkie in need of a fix.
I need a place so still I hear the complaints of the snow under my feet. So fresh a deep breath fills my lungs with as much pain as life. So crisp my breath billows clouds into the night sky. So high the stars reach down to play with my hair.
Bundled up, absent mindedly stirring a campfire, listening to the pops and cracklings of the stories of old it has to share, waiting for the phoenix to rise.