it's quite bearable with you. even as you're barely able to be out of your cradle, i secretly know you're fairly stable. shifting swiftly to and fro through a heavy snow, you peek a boo or two.....but for who? outward winds brush you back to autumn days when i used to see you more. there used to be more in store then, back before winter's chill came knocking at your door. it's rough for this reason to exist through the season. all cooped up in your shelter, feeling disabled by your tether. i'll scoop you up where's it's better so we can ride out this weather together.