on getting clear in a blizard

one foot in front of the other

In the dark of the night.

With howling wind and a blinding snowstorm.

Out walking it’s difficult to see much more than the snow in front of me and the wake of my steps

And yet?

That is when things get really clear.

What’s important,

What’s not

And deep down I know that if I stand still in those conditions, I’m a gonner.

One foot in front of the other…