I reminisce when winter months were meant for the times of shaping cocoons. But inside of these little holds were a vast array of good tidings. The smallest nooks were filled with the love and warmth of all those that surrounded us. Some faint memory calls my heart in this night, forcing me to stare at that distant realm. The embodiment of all that i ever held dear, holds me in some intertwining embrace like the roots of an elder oak tree, taking its firm grasp at the earth beneath its feet.