Slow dancing in a burning room

We're on an eight hour bus journey to Amsterdam. It's currently five thirty in the morning and it's easy to see that everything outside the bus windows are wrapped around in a fog of cold, frosty mist.
The warmest thing I'm wearing is a trench coat. Hardly insulating.

I think we're already in some remote part of the Netherlands... I looked out once and tried to imagine how it would be like to be stranded outside with million of paths and kilometres to walk. Creepy. Beautiful. The world outside is unimaginable.

My friends have fallen asleep again. Maybe now is my turn. More later.