Back again. The first breath is just as awakening as the last. The mother takes me away. Away from whatever it is I was calling life and brings me to this. This utopia that I just get lost in. But lost in a way that I am found. But you have to wake up from dreams. The snow as beautiful as it is pushes me away then I am left living the ordinary somewhat unfullfilling life. I need to find this, but a place where it is possible to always have her. Not just a few months a year. But every day of every sun kissed rainy day. Last year was good but it wasn't perfect. It was missing something. I thought maybe it was the people, the place, the job? I could not put my finger on it. Now that I am here I know. It was the place