As I walk I think about what was said so long ago. I don’t remember who said it nor exactly what words were said. Yet this feeling sits in the back of my mind asking to be free. The air is cold and frost has formed. I find myself taken back to a peaceful time, the time before the choice. I would have never guessed what lay ahead and if I had, would I had chosen to go? The meaning was clear even though the words were not.
As clear as my vision at night, I have always been blessed with the ability to see in places too dark for most. This place where frost kills and light that fades Is were I feel at peace. It is where....... I remember.