This is another winter. You've grown used to them now; cold familiar, heart emptied, eyes hollowed. It's the coldest you've ever felt. This is when nightfall lasts for years. You'll wake up to find that the sun still hasn't risen. You'll look east and wonder why there is no light.
You're looking the wrong way. Look left. Look west. Look closer.
Don't worry if your world is tipping on its axis, don't worry if you're still spinning. Don't worry if you've lost all sense of direction. Pick one and stick to it.
This is when you'll pick right.
