Isolated. Stuck behind feet of accumulated, frozen precipitation. No warmth of human contact. For so long.
When your loneliness is this deep, this entrenched, how do you get back to a place where you can get out, or let somebody in?
You dig out.
One shovelful at a time.
This track is a reply to “Prompt 52: Winter Comes Full-Cycle.” More on the Society for Spontaneous Singing at http://singthis.org. You can join the SSS at https://soundcloud.com/groups/society-for-spontaneous-singing
