Reflection
Wire lanterns overhead
casting a flourescent glare
the light cut by a chop/chop/chop of spinning fan
warm outside
but then
a cold feeling
a realization
a reflection
the greater the path
the greater the call
the greater the quest
the greater
the opposition
cold
harden
snarl
...
laugh
...
warm
onwards. where's my pen?
where's my boots?