The howling relentless wind, tears through the darkness, unspoken fear out in the estranged land.
Cold glum figures, intent and sodden, dash with stooped gait against natures forces.
News of battered shores, odd to hear seaside names, winters fury smashes against the rocks.
Click the latch and the Kettle, warm safety of our houses, the monster firmly shut behind the solid door.
Vivid black Windows, glass cold to the face, peering out towards the night.
Branches battle violently, silhouettes to Orion\'s glory, the vast hunt of eons past.
Silence roars in warming ears. The coat drips on the radiator, the reminder that it was real.
Courage returns to the Castle. Mug too hot to hold. Hard to believe Spring is coming.