I left no lights on and now there is no beacon. There is no one at the windows, and no one at the doors, no one under my blankets keeping my bed warm.
I know I am close, jingle the pocket with keys, my fingers numb. In this tunnel of snow, I could be anywhere, only my thoughts to compass me home.
There is no sidewalk, no road, and all the trees have vanished into a cutting coldness. I feel nothing. There is no fence to follow, no hand reaching for mine. I don't know where I am. I'm near.