The world is blackNo moonNo starsAs black as ink from a squid

The air is dampAnd moistMy clothing is wet and coldUp against my skin

I can hear onlyMy breathAnd the crunching of snowComing from my feet

My boots sink into the crystalsOf whiteI walk for hoursUntil I see a lightFrom a cottage

I smileAnd runMy feet pounding into the snowMy breath blowing in my face

All of a suddenIt’s not darkIt’s not silentI’m home now