Journey to the Cabin

First i skate around the edge of vast lakes, full to the brim of bone chilling water. Then i must dance across the undulating landscape, never sure if my foot will find snow, ice or water. A small jump over marshland finds a makeshift bridge of wooden slats, ready to crumble without warning. Next is the ice walk. I hope for a snow flurry to provide a little grip. Clinging to whatever my flailing arms can reach, I slip and slide along the clear ice, cracks forming with every step. I make a desperate lunge for the safety of my porch, as the ice i tread on breaks away into the depths, and hold fast. With a deep exhale i dive into the warmth of what I must call home for the night.