A Line is the Straightest Distance Between Two Points

Efficient, Purposeful, Direct. A sign marks your passing, it reads DO NOT CROSS in orange. Behind it, an avalanche of fallen trees cascades down the hillside. The snow, pristine and bountiful, betrayed you, and in its sudden liquefaction, that violent flow and tumult, it ate you. A year ago, I eulogized that you became one with the mountain. But I do not feel you in its breeze, I do not hear you in that sigh of wind. Only that same cold brutality of nature. I call Happy Holidays across your grea...