Maybe i should have waited in that cave until the weather had improved. But does it ever improve here at the mountains?
I have made a fire, but i'm afraid i can't risk to make it bigger: many creatures lurk in the darkness. The bear seems nervous each time he hears a sound; he probably knows better than me that is a bad idea to sleep in the open.
Only one day has passed since we left the cave, and i have thought about going back about a hundred times. The cold is biting me, literally cutting my skin. I try to stay as dry as i can but everything around me is covered in snow. My clothes are resistant, but my face has no cover and each time i look in the direction of the wind i can feel the air cutting me like small knives. My boots can't get dry anymore and i depend on my layers of socks and my wrap of wool to avoid loosing any toes or worst.
The sky is clear tonight, only the occasional mist blocks me from watching the stars. The same stars i looked with her. The same stars that witnessed our first ride together. They shine more here than back at Bree. Looking at the stars gives me hope for some reason. Just to know that beauty is still around me, even in the worst conditions, makes me think that everything is possible. Beauty can't appear in places that have no hope... or at least i think that way.
I know the B.A.A. must be looking for me, for i would do the same for them. But then again... i don't know if they are better than me. I don't know if they payed attention to me and returned to the camp or if they ignored my order yet again. I can only hope for the best. As soon as i get to a camp i will send a letter to Bree. But for now i can only continue my march towards the west... at some point snow must stop and trees should start to appear.
My mind and body are together for the same objective. I will return to her.
