I lay down beneath the sweet smelling Ponderosa Pines, the snow crunching and creaking beneath me. Flakes gently fall from above dotting my skin like freckles and adoring my eyelashes and hair. The world is still and silent as if the snow has frozen everything on this earth, except for me.

It’s out here that I feel truly alone. I can forget everything and everything outside of this space and just sit. Sit and watch the frozen air escape my mouth. Sit and dream about the animals hiding around me. Just sit and rest.

It’s out here that I hope the others have forgotten me too. Neither of us on the others mind. The ability to disappear, dissolve into universal bliss without the worry of being missed. No more pressure or expectations. No more obligation to act and preform in a certain way. All that is left is the sweet release of oblivion. For in oblivion lies a euphoria that can only come from total personal freedom.