One of these days

"As the days shorten, the air clears, the trees are stripped, and the land is cleansed by the arctic air, minds are muted by nonsense."
-- M (Also known as Dr. T), December 2003.

M curls up on the cold white leather; his eyes are half closed, his mind completely so.

Ia, meanwhile, ponders on the purpose of existence. With the holidays drawing closer, the morning sun sets her thoughts off on a journey into years past. She remembers the cold season out near the eastern shore, and M's words come to mind.