True North: past, present and future perfect, a study of nature and the seasons of man. Winter, a time to work, reflect, ponder, a time for resuming the trails sought, lost, trampled. A path through the trees, each footstep an act of will, force, determination. The objective – unknown. But to go is the predominant purpose. The result – victory, loss, powedered snow melting in one’s naked outspread fingers. To go is to feel, to sensate, experience; their sum: a life. Or simply a season, the season of my disconnect.