Environments

Where we live now has an icey-harsh bitterness to its winter frost that braces one as if abruptly slapped in the face.

But, I can handle it.

I know that as fierce as it settles over the land, it is just as likely to ease across this great expanse by responsive air currents trending from any direction.

However, even just one day and two nights visiting where we used to live was like undergoing torture.

The moist cold creeping into my body at every chance seemed to tap directly into my cells, causing each one to swell with the ache of water inside expanding as it was frozen.

My tissues are still inflamed from the strain of fighting for movement against such internal congestion, and the resultant buildup of trapped lactic acid.

In the forest, moisture is a commodity that is cultivated whenever it can be – unhindered.