January 10, 1998

When the first big winter storm hits and the road closes for the season, then there is established a new sense of solitude that cannot be intruded upon so easily by the casual passer-by in a pick-up or ATV, but requires the intentional visit via ski or snowshoe earned by penetrating the barrier of cold, snow and distance to bring conversation or companionship that is invigorated by the mere effort just to get there.

no distance

we live our lives insulated from reality
thermostat controlled
heated water running in pipes

the distance between points does not exist;
the cold, empty sky overhead
is the soul beholding
itself in solitude
the scale of nature
encompassing all in its expanse
active and reposed 
settling into the unknown