An hour away from home,
The [bad word] on.
Standing at the side of the road,
I am in awe.

Amongst the snow and trees, 
The freezing cold, 
I thrive on each sorrowful note. 

For the moment, all is still, 
tranquil pace. 
The ease of being stranded, 
In [bad word] place 

Amongst the snow and trees, 
The air is cold and clean, 
and for the moment, I am at peace. 

Being able to enjoy a disaster 
is a sham of being so optimistic. 
Now that the thrill has worn off, 
and the adventure has lost it’s charm, 
I just want to go home. 

Still waiting at the side of the road, 
The hours have passed, since I last moved. 
Head down, eyes closed, 
Into a suspended sleep I fall. 

Then in sequence, from far to near, 
Light reflects off of objects before... 
sun, of the darkest blues, 
Rises from the hills behind...