dormant.

my mind is still racing as my body lays dormant. this is causing the room to spin. i crash landed back north of old highway 20, and the ice is proving rather slippery. rest is slowly coaxing my form up and about, just enough to cross paths with a chosen few. the snow keeps falling, the canadian winds tugging at the boards on the north facade. "they're calling for 'nother half 'a foot," says every street corner snowman from beneath a fortress of fleece and flannel. i'm growing slowly impatient with the distant spring, still months away, hidden in some southern hemisphere time zone. hopefully the thaw will come early, releasing the landscape from the constant wave of dunes across the northern plains. up here we stumble from building to building, fighting an arctic dust-storm with each step across the disappearing flatlands. my mind grows lucid with each passing day, i'll try and fashion myself a pioneer of this almost wild west. find four walls, light a candle, and wait out the coldest month. the preparations should last, but what has been gained when the world melts away? one can only horde so much fortitude. a man can not pay for bread in gumption.