9:00

     "God damm! it's cold!

      The prep time was only fithteen minutes long, but i can swear that i didn't got careless, not this time again.

      My coat is thick, thick enough to be thought as a white bush walking around, inside is sheep wool, a thin layer of wool that spread around to keep any heat from getting out and an outer layer that should cover the cold air from getting inside, but maybe something got wrong, maybe a hole? or is it just the weather got harsher? well... that won't stop me from cusing the hell out of myself 

    "Stupid... son of a... note to self... always, check for any holes on this..."

     Other than that... really nothing is different than i thought it would.

     No animals, no people, just the vast natural that got blanket by snow, the vast nothingness, white and easy to mistake something like a cliff or a hill if you don't look carefully.

     Well... that is none of my concern now, i am well aware of everything in this forest already, it's pathway, it's inhabitants, there should be a town nearby, but i don't really want to get near there, i still don't have the mood for that.

     Right now... taken in this air, this stale dry air making my nose blocked and even somewhat freezing my lungs, but... i got used to that, as in this hard air, there is still something, that natural earth smell, that grass smell, maybe i am just imagining it, but i can still feel them, at least that could make me at ease with my thoughts.

      As my pace slowed down, the world seem to do the same. As the vastness of these woods can even rivals the skies, as i can't seem to be sure where is the end nor the begining, it should be a bit fun to got lost in, but that child-like wonder is losting on me as i can feel only the anxiety of getting trapped in this place and meeting things i shouldn't meet.

      My instincts sharpen like a blade, my movement slow but sure, my senses are ready for any info they can process in this place, should there be a suprise attack, i will always be on the guard and strike first.

      The white form is on purpose as this is just a tatic of both prey and predator, to blend in the enviroment, to be the dangerous whiteness, an imatation of the still world right now.

     As i dash in, slience like the wind. Trying to at least find something to do, to solve.

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2./

     What do we do with our youth? Maybe try to find what we truely are as human beings? maybe to find our purpose? our reason in life? that is just plain exhausting to be honest.

     Maybe as things still are right now, i should just live at the moment, not really thinking too much of the future. 

     Autumn passed by like a dream, now the world got drag in a blanket readying itself for spring. Nobody truely loved winter itself, nobody can love winter, they love the things they have protected themselfs from winter, they have someone, somebody to be with in this weather, warmth, people and more, but somehow... i got a bit sick of that.

9: 10

     "I am going now!" 

     "Be carefull!"

      That was the last exchange, at least she thought it would be. Getting herself out of this town, getting in the woods for a short stroll, trying to clear her mind of everything, of the usual stress drop down to the average high schooler, wenting back to a more simple wilderness, to combat the pressure from the modern world that just seem to eat away any type of room to breath, of freedom that they were born with. 

     With that out of the way, the young girl have prepare ,herself, into the gloomy woods, with a tightly knited outfit to keep warmth, an idelistic vision of the serene nature awaits her, that of the slight breeze going though her face, that of the dead branches with the minium of life, of nothing, the straight opposite of the always runing modern world is the slienced winter moment, despite a part of change, it is static, unmoving, harsh and unrelenting, it stopped time, making everything felt like an eternity.

    Just what i need

     The girl reply to the wind, breathing in and out, forming small fog freeze and disappear. With both hands hidden well deep in to her jacket pocket, thinking, walking, making the lightest sounds of curshing snow beneath her boots and got deep into this place while the same time, being deep into her mind.

     Should be simple... everything should be... but that luxury is got lost on me a while now.

    She thought of the mudane, the repetitive life she and thousands have lead till now. In a depressing sense that got supported by this chilling atmosphere. Due to how they had lead their lives, it was pointless in a sense, rather than something like the accient times, they have to survive to live, now they just live for the sake of living, existing like phantoms that are might as well be dead, they have serve no greater purpose nor anything else, they have been lead astray by people that they trust or was force to trust since birth.

     ... This isn't like me... maybe it is the weather?

      The girl wonder a bit, never notices getting deeper and deeper into this fortress of nature, going far of the otherside and never notice the signs that she went too far, for the white snow looked the same no matter how far she got, making a feeling of unchange, an illusion that only caught the unaware.

      Stepping on fallen branches and she wouldn't care, only till her thoughts got in a dead end, she have been wandering around 45 minutes now, not even understand how as she looked over the watch on her hand, but it is certain, she is lost.

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9:30

     Nothing really did came up.

     I have personally wandered for 20 minutes  with this pace now, deep in the white woods, but truly nothing of the usual. 

    Nature really is in deep sleep in more than one way, i have got over 10 times of seeing small graves of critters unfortunate enough to have wander out of their territory, none can be use as food for either the body is already rotting or maybe i just don't feel right taking them, so each time i just make a small prayer and back to my way again.

    In the end, there is nothing of the normal ways things are, only a deafening slience that got covered  tby the sound of wind violently passed my face.

    Seem like everything is trapped in a bottle, well... most is trapped, for i can hear some howling at the small hills but i paid them no mind, i know they won't take risk, not just yet.

10:15

   The sun is dimmer and dimmer, that should be how it went

    I have walk and ran for a few hour now, fautige starts to showing by my unresting breath from sprinting and the rapid heart rate. My head is wet now, which that being the reason, now the cold is stepping it foot even closer to me.

    At last, seem like i have stopped at a pretty high and far hill, standing on top of it, i can see it, the brightest of the day, something that won't get old anytime soon.

    A vibrance red, majestic, roaring, and victorious, it is something that leaders should be, be that brilliance light, that great fire warms away that cold cover of snow, the burning remnant of the warmth, sure it is dying slowly and surely, but it was powerfull, inspiring light that have make the world fall for it embrace, something beautifull that came from the end. Despite that, the shadows began to creep in more and more, seem like it is time now, the howling is getting more and more of a warning.

     I need to return now...