I was in a room, and snow was piled up to my neck. Two men were with me walking in a trench – one ahead and one behind.
We held hands to help each other make the trek trough. It kept getting tighter and tighter. I wanted to climb up to see ahead. We were coming to a bend that turned left, and I couldn’t tell if it would become too tight. Also, I felt the desire to go back.
It was my brother who was leading us.