to fall [with the snow]

So, in the end, I have this cold, bleak song about loving the winter, an unrequited love directed toward something that is utterly without mercy. The cold and dark that awaits at the end of the year and the end of the journey and the end of the world. And embracing it, even learning to feel warmly toward it, because the solitude and wonder and icy stillness is part of the journey too… and reminds me to make the most out of all of it.