Isaiah Browne

Dear whom it may concern,

The wind stops, the skies open and the snow begins to fall. The first taste of snow in the new year or what feels like a cold January morning where only the intimacy of company could warm you. To new beginnings, to tears that went unfelt and made ice cold. I'm beginning my journey again. I've been in the wild for about 5 years now, the whistling of the wind and the sudden appearances of wild animals are now familiar to me. The rustling of trees, the silence filled with crickets at night, everything is alive.