You'll die in this cold if you won't respect it. Go find a cave; go snuggle with bears! Too late to follow that wisdom of geese that veed to the south where warmth still holds sway.
Respect the dearth of warmth that you knew once as what froze yesterday, freezes today... and tomorrow. Don't sorrow the passing of autumn. Winter won't care. Nor should you.
Learn to respect. How to bow to the seasons. How to embrace this sweet death, perchance to live again come the melt. Like iris snug in its rhizome, the elm hankered down in its roots, learn to go with the flow, not like the river choked over with ice. Be like deep channels still making their way to the sea.
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