The snow fell so hard around me - obscuring the path a few steps ahead, hiding the invisible future from view - that it seemed only right to walk away into it until a path appeared. I ducked my chin into my collar and kept the wind at my back My eyes fell on the snowy ground, and feet stepped forward again and again with no idea where my steps would lead. I walked to the end of the road and did not slow down and did not turn around and did not question where I was going because I already knew there are no simple answers. As for the past that brought me here, it hardly matters anymore. How can something so dead and gone give me anything steady to lean on now? When I had walked farther than I planned or wanted, I turned around and followed my tracks homeward until they disappeared under the falling, drifitng snow. I have no future and now, I also have no past.