This
morning, I notice the sound of water dripping off the roof of the
cabin. I see the water drops falling through the air. Further off, my
view is obscured by fog rising up from Snow. Water reminds me that
all around me is transformation. I wonder where this water is going?
I see my breath emerge as mist, and I remember I am part of the
transformation. I wonder what I am becoming?
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