Strange Feelings in my body, I think left over from my dreams.
I stopped to take a picture and my phone Was killed by the cold, my music gone. Killed cold. So I switched to walking and meditate. I bring my mind to the breath and just notice what is going on inside me. Let it go.
Then I passed the grave of a beautiful 13-year-old girl died in March of last year. Is too painful to contemplate and I work with it, try to breathe through it too.
Ugh. But that's the work I suppose.
Wish I could help everyone in need, Everyone who is cold.
The reflection of the tree Becomes this man's new do.