a zebra on the snow

Notes of a winter in Iceland:
“All the restles hearts of the world all trying to find a way home. It’s hard to describe what i felt like then. Piture yourself walking for days in a driving snow. You don’t even know you’re walking in circles- the heaviness of your legs in the drifts; your shouts dissapearing into the wind, how small you can feel. How far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin; and a goal or destination.”