There was no surviving this winter. Unable to handle the freezing depths of an icy lake, where animals must adapt to survive. Changing pace of flow, accepting misery with a smiling heart, ready for transformation. I was left with an unquenchable thirst for the frozen tundra. Wrapping my skin tightly with the wool of an animal that has already fallen. I accept my bones will crumble, as I am fragile and finite. I will feed the earth once my heart and mind are ready to perish. But today I trek into the frosty abyss, ready or not.