White. Grey and white. Grey and white and cold. Everything is shining bright, as far as the eye can see. And where it can’t, everything still is as white as can be.
You turn around to remember where you came from, but your footsteps have long faded in this endless frozen desert. But instead of worrying your thoughts become as light as the snowflakes that keep dancing around your nose and intuitively you join this continuing movement that is fueled by the wind.
There is nowhere you need to be. There is nowhere you would rather be. And as you sway and swirl you feel a growing buoyancy that takes you up. Up where it all comes into being. And everything around you is white and grey.
