Then I am flying in the irredescent sky, my wings merge with the clouds and the air. Slowly, I feel the splendor eating me from the inside out. I land in the forest.
Snow insulates the ground.
It crunches beneath my boot-clad feet. The cold air whistles in and out my nose. I stumble into the evergreen circle, green needle covered branches reach for me. I've interrupted a prayer. Embarrassed, I quietly trip over roots exposed to the cold.