Decided to read through old journal entries to help get out of the rut. The memories were fresh enough that I could still recall the moment of the writings, the feelings and thoughts running through my mind.
Walking in the snow:
… So instead I dance through a white curtain, I smile at the sky and try to catch pieces of this moment on my tongue. I try to savor all that is here around me in the present. I choose to ignore the future cold that might take me over, just as I choose to ignore the bites left by snow storms gone by.