It’s an imaginary world. Sometimes we’re deep in the bush other times dreaming at night.
Willow slept most of the day after the cold night. The cold can take it out of you. It’s like exercising without moving. It strips the body, leaving only what’s needed.
Being older, it takes on greater meaning. Sometimes wisdom is just concurrence letting things be. Then again, I’ve never been more prepared for a fight. That’s the old man talking.
Cold water. Ice. Temperatures dipping. Snow. Knee deep. Frost bite. Dim light.
We’re all warriors until we slip on a patch of ice.