Pushing through the cold and the wet, holding the fire before me... I see the horizon of my mind twist and turn and burn into a flame unlike any I've seen.
Losing the feeling in my toes, feeling my hands lose there grip on my staff, I throw my self and the flame into the air to catch my breathe.
I hit the ground spinning, my feet and hands a distant memory as the flow begins, my body and mind collaborating as one, my Ache and pains transformed into art.
