Anger is the Mask of Fear

He finds the snow in his slumber. Each dream brings him closer to that gentle blanket of white that covers all things equally. He loves that place, where there is no pain, no strife, no hunger or fear. In this world, he is angry. Traffic, his job, worrying about losing his job, stupid people making stupid choices. Better to find a way to live in that winter world where every step is new.