Naked Wanders

Today I become like everyone else. I disconnect. My headphones become my cacoon and I preciously float inside the perimeter. Days on end become the night’s terrors, soothing my naked wanders. Big shadows from the trees that surround a crystaline lake in early Fall, end-of-the-day-type-light. Warm, full of sweet smells from the alpine meadows above. 

Who manages this signal? I search for stones across a treacherous torent,