The Opaque twelve shapes.

As i approached the opaque glass within the tea house from twelve feet away the two shapes become visibly animated and muffled sounds of emotional excitement faded muted silence broken by a ringing phones. As i stop a dogs paw appears at the frosted window and a regression of the past starts ” do you think it’s snowing where i came from as it is now” staffs and lanterns appear and the words cast across the frozen ground  “no wolves skating on ponds here they were cleared only men who imagined themselves to be” dressed in the hides to take on the form of animals hiding beneath the trees covered in snow drifting fields.the hum of a badly wired electric fence in the distant strange sensations of living two life’s as it spins eights.