It's awful cold out here on the ice flats.
Even the wind is shivering.
And the Northern Lights no longer offer amusement.
Because their glow is so subdued.
It will be strange to walk alone again.
But stillness equals surrender out here.
And you must keep crunch-stepping forward
if you aim to avoid the inevitable.
Boy it sure is cold.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
