There is a certain inevitability about it.
Every so often, we leave our flanks exposed.
We fail to gather the firewood.
We neglect topping off the tanks.
We fail to survey our sundries and our
medicine cabinets are bare when it hits…
Slowly at first, as the sun recedes behind the hills,
quietly coating the cut banks and draws before
picking up pace in the still, frozen night,
we wake to the realization it …