The world is black
No moon
No stars
As black as ink from a squid
The air is damp
And moist
My clothing is wet and cold
Up against my skin
I can hear only
My breath
And the crunching of snow
Coming from my feet
My boots sink into the crystals
Of white
I walk for hours
Until I see a light
From a cottage
I smile
And run
My feet pounding into the snow
My breath blowing in my face
All of a sudden
It’s not dark
It’s not silent
I’m home now
Moss Beach, California
