Sep 6, 2019
Cold Each of my kind is settling in, accompanied for life’s long winter. I too have found a companion, tethered by shared pain. Of late she drifts away from me, farther and farther into the cold and fog, ahead of me, and faster marching with each cloudy breath. I wonder at, and fear the untold day when that tether snaps and I am left alone, curled and dying, content to be still until I breathe no more in snowy drifts of endless sleep, embracing the dark, cold eternal night with a grip as sure as death.
