where have i been

hard to say. though not as far away as you might think, rather caught in the middle of it all. so deep, it's been hard to see out. now...staring out at the snow banked ground, sun breaking through, footsteps deeper, while chimney smoke feathers, and trees bend with wizarding limbs, casting promise, relief, hope...i am out. sometimes it's the reality of our lives that beats us down and sometimes it's that reality that pulls us back up. there's a moment when you can just let go...and i did just that. so quiet is the mind.