The Least Common Denominator

XXXIII.II Permutation

Another day, another slow trek across the snow for us to get through.

Don't get me wrong, it's still a pretty fun experience to traverse through the snow every once in a while. But the moment you start doing something every day was the moment the novel turned into the routine, and that routine would turn into a chore.

And right now, the routine was starting to annoy me enough that I was starting to consider it as a chore.

The vast expanse of white and green never seemed to end as my feet dragged across the snow-filled forest; my right hand using a long stick of wood as a guide to make sure that I won't step into a deep pocket of snow by accident. Temperatures were at least getting warmer with my estimates being at probably twelve degrees Centigrade, and the mid-morning sun was doing wonders at illuminating the path with just how bright the snow loo