The glacial shell of the ground crunches under my weight.
My feet hushed so that I may join with the silence all around.
86,400 seconds of serenity.
Crystal armor dresses leafless limbs.
The glimmer of snow in the breeze.
The vaporization of my life.
It is as though time has slowed down, and I am reminded of what it means to be alive.
Having embraced the bracing, stoic hex, I reaffirm my connection to this planet,
for it too is alive.
To the gray veil above, I muse:
Why does man delude himself into thinking his superior and in control?
