On this side it's snowing, wood like warmth, soaking in the melting flakes. Standing here, shivering, my breathing in beautiful blossoms of frozen wind - pondering the possibility of sunshine, i watch the winter water rushing by. I have all the time in the world. I have now or never. I am frozen in a world of movement. Movement of inertia? Or vibration? Will my decision echo like a gong awaking the koi the swim beneath the glassy waves?

Or am I childishly aching to see what is on the other side?


Can I leave those spirits behind? Or will they loyally stay by my side forever like a reoccuring dream?