After 10 long days , the rumble
of lighting and rain shakes me
from the slumber . I look around
in curiosity . It was not yet sunny ,
but my penetrating eyes can see it ...
It would be hard to miss the tornado of wind ascending towards my shivery body.
My first impulse is to scamper calmly from the tree , but I belted it . Somehow my sweaty wet fingers release the buckle and I fall on the ground in a bundle , still snarled in my sleeping bag . There's no time for any kind of packing . Auspiciously , my backpack and water bottle are
already in the bag .
I hustle in the belt , elevate the bag
on my shoulder , and retreat.
The world has transformed into one
of mist and rain . Iced twigs fracture
from trees and fall in blizzards of
leaking (rain) at my feet . The bleak
is horrendous , but worse that the bleak is the mist , which threatens to freeze me at any second .
I felt frozen . I couldn't move one bit . At that instant I saw a frozen a bewilderman laying on the stone rock like a mummified