What do you see?
The white mounds over the trees and over the ground, the night skye, and a friend watching my own intimate experience with Mother Earth
What do you hear?
The wind as is runs through the trees and the hum of the generator that sits behind me
What do you smell?
The smoke from the cigarettes that I turned to for comfort
What do I taste?
The chill from the snow and the bitter taste of tobacco that somewhat reminds me of bad coffee
And now, what do I feel?
The tiny crystals that greet my face with an arctic hug, the gusts that push against me
And finally,
I feel bliss
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
What do you see?
The white mounds over the trees and over the ground, the night skye, and a friend watching my own intimate experience with Mother Earth
What do you hear?
The wind as is runs through the trees and the hum of the generator that sits behind me
What do you smell?
The smoke from the cigarettes that I turned to for comfort
What do I taste?
The chill from the snow and the bitter taste of tobacco that somewhat reminds me of bad coffee
And now, what do I feel?
The tiny crystals that greet my face with an arctic hug, the gusts that push against me
And finally,
I feel bliss
