As the North Wind blows
A scent of chill
Wheels moved indoors
And water stored
Time is gentle
And silent
Gearing up to settle down
The warm of the fire
Spitting its promise
Cook stove simmers
A blend of foods
Adventure sleeps
Curiosity wanes
Time to sleep
Settling down
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