And snow covered the course...

The cold air filled the lungs with a mentholyptic presence...

The sky poluted with lights from below...

Comfortable...

Zero...not plus...not minus...dead even...dead cold...

Bundled...like the earths core...heat not escaping...

Twelve...old enough to know...not old enough to care...

Comfortable...not Lazy Boy comfortable...the world is our oyster comfortable...

Two...with the presence of one...I felt only one...

Envy...age brings wisdom...wisdom brings bias...not all that we know we actually know at all...

Now...at this moment...none of that is accounted for...like it used to be...

This was our puzzle...Held up and tilted...we rolled around...aimed for the holes we zoomed right by...

We weren't meant for the holes...we were meant to sit at the bottom...together...looking up at the maze above...

Knowing once you reach the holes that you will be shaken...removed...settled at the bottom...placed back on the table...