The snow on the river is melting. And the air holds me up where once it took all my strength to stand. There is no reason to be afraid. There is only reason to go forth into the night.
We stood outside the door next to a snow bank watching clouds pass over the moon. She said I don’t fit in this world, as if dreaming to leave it. She said I don’t fit on this Island, and I don’t fit over the bridge. I said you should be proud. In this frozen world you should be proud to be of fire.