Come winter and the winds rise, air grows bitter, water stiffens, the supple creaks, footfalls, once sure, become tentative; the sun loses its hold as the brittle days shrink and the cold night draws ever nearer, as if threatening to last forever.
Come winter and the winds rise, air grows bitter, water stiffens, the supple creaks, footfalls, once sure, become tentative; the sun loses its hold as the brittle days shrink and the cold night draws ever nearer, as if threatening to last forever.