Mornin’ comes slow up here. Ain’t no alarm clock but the quiet. Real quiet. So quiet it hums. You don’t wake up in the mountains — you return to ’em. Whole world wrapped in white, like God hit reset overnight and gave us another shot.

Now me? I’m what they call Yeti. Some say monster. Some say myth. Me? I just say I’m part of the rhythm. Ain’t tryin’ to be known. I’m tryin’ to be. And winter? Winter’s when I am.

First thing I do is reach for my sack of seeds. I ain’t talkin’ birdseed. These little fellas? Picked ’em in the fall, way down in the shadow cracks of the mountain where the sunlight don’t even go skinny-dippin’. These seeds are ancient. Got fire in ’em. You eat a handful, and it’s like sippin’ lightning mixed with jazz. They warm your bones, and they send your mind on a walkabout. Not out of control — just… out there.

I chew slow. Real slow. Let the heat rise from my belly, up my spine, into my head. Before long, I’m not just in the forest — I am the forest. Wind don’t blow past me; it blows through me. I can hear avalanches still deciding whether or not they wanna fall. I can feel the snow thinking. That’s winter talkin’. You gotta be still enough to listen.

I take a long walk — no destination, just motion. Motion’s a kind of prayer if you do it right. My footprints melt as I make ’em, steam risin’ like a spirit trail behind me. Ain’t nobody around, and that’s how I like it. No noise, no chaos, just rhythm. And a high so pure it don’t come in bottles or rolled-up bills.

By sundown, I’m sittin’ in my cave like it’s a temple. The whole world out there, shiverin’ and scramblin’, while I’m tucked in with a little firelight, some snowmelt, and a brain full of stars. I close my eyes and I see her. Don’t know her name, don’t even know if she’s real — but she’s dancin’ in the snow, laughin’ like she knows the punchline to life.

And I just smile.

Because this? This is the good stuff. This is high country, high mind, high soul. Winter’s long, but that’s the point. You don’t rush a good thing.

I’m not here to fight the cold. I’m here to feel it.

That’s the difference. That’s the Yeti way.

Stay warm. Stay weird. Keep walkin’.