“Northern winds came whistling through evergreens like trains.
One temper broods until a temperature breaks and blooms. Smashing and tearing what we’ve worked toward; one hand will break what the other hand builds. Board the windows up, keep the cellar locked. We’ll feign restraint until it’s over and settled. Our wills are just as strong as the walls we built for them. I won’t rebuild what I have crumbled, I’m tired…tired.”