THE POWER OF PURITY
I COME TO MY SENSES deep in a snowdrift, having somehow strayed off the narrow path that winds its way picturesquely around Lake Altaussee and ended up embedded in several feet of pristine, crystalline powder. The air is cold and crisp, the pine trees are hanging low with ice and I am stuck in a hole with dusk falling. For what it’s worth, I’m also starving. I could die out here, I think. Is the
