Vol, III?

Forever will I remember a washed over white arena of trees speckled with neon-bright colors, rabbit tracks that interrupted the glossed over ground of snow and the sound of silence. And yet, at the same time, never fully understand my feelings towards what happened and what didn't.

Who knew time could be such a curse and a blessing...living through it makes for one interesting ride.

Maybe I'm just in complete denial, hoping that my feelings and thoughts and heart will never catch up to one another.

Time...

He said it's a stepping stone, but I'm just not sure how to get to the next stone.

...The next stone is a few thousand feet from where I stand, oh, and on the other side of a mountain! Is that possible, you wonder? Well, there's only one way that it is, and let me just say that I'm not the one who can move mountains.

...Time.