Some several weeks pass when all I’m doing is ignoring like a horse with blinders, walking straight down the main road and past forks, trails in the snow that lead nowhere, I just put my head down and pull my collar around my neck and walk all alone against the wind even though some of the false paths seem to lead somewhere sunny and warm, I’ve got to keep on the main road and move forward not sideways until I get to the real turn where the main road itself bends in a direction and then I’ll know for sure that’s the way. But the longer I trek the more promising each of these premature paths appear, sometimes I even try and trick myself into not seeing that the main road continues any further and this false bend is really the one. Though I know I’d kick myself if I ever turned off and got lost going the wrong way. So I pull up my collar and press on against the wind on the main road.