The night sky is black

like that of death.

Smoke just rolls out

with my frozen breath.

The air is eerie

yet is also crisp.

I have traveled many miles

along my trip.

I sit beside a fire

as I get a bite.

To look at the sky

is all you do tonight.

The silence is deafening

and you feel alone.

You miss few things

mostly you miss home.

The sun now rises

beginning a new day.

It is funny what you endure

to earn your pay.