and the wind
is blowing at thirty miles
and hour,
cutting through you
like a knife,
clothes don't
matter.
nothing matters, but
getting through
two feet of hard snow
to get home.
all you care about is
surviving.
moving forward, one
boot in front of the other.
treat every day like that,
sunny and warm,
it makes no difference,
and you'll get there.
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