It had been 10 weeks already, and the sense of loneliness had become a bit of a joke. I was rarely alone. Mostly I was there keeping me company.
I turned the knob and stepped out on my veranda of snow. Turned left towards the creek, then crunched over the path towards the ocean cliffs. A left turn – is the creek solid today? Stunning to me, stunning at me, stunning I am, everywhere is everywhere, especially right there, right what is coming at me, that river of ice is so quiet and beautiful, so I step over it, and walk, walk on up the hill. Steps on steps.