8pm night life ,north east of China on a cold winter. It is the type of coldness that reaches into my bones, as if my heart were a open up.The only thing to do is keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. The sky is rolling blanket of cloud of wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection. Each step becomes a prayer for home as we walk,letting it become more real than the stormy night #wintergetaway