Three experienced climbers have been missing on Oregon's Mt. Hood for a week. Yesterday, one of the climbers was found dead in a snow cave.

Thud.

I was blind-sided.

Thud.

My Dad. (Maybe my Mom years ago.) Cold enclosing collapsing alone...: This is it, this is was.

Yet not, I hope/I hoped, a giving up/in. A resolution, acceptance, release...

I want that moment not drenched in desperation, in despair, but surging with... peace, resolution...they've all become shallow words. I want that moment drenched, period.

I hope, in my inevitable snow cave, I'll have crystals...c..y...t...l....... I'll have snow, know, no, so, you, us, ours, hours like no other we know as we live, minutes as hours...