“Hold the seam. Keep the lamps in sight. No one freezes alone on my watch.”
“Speed is mercy in winter—arrive before the cold does.”
When the hardpack sings and the snow throws sparks, it’s not thunder—it’s her.
When the sun drops and the snow turns blue, he is already behind you.
Snuff your torches. If she sees the flame, she’ll call the storm—and you’ll never see each other again.
When the lead goes still and the birds stop calling, she is already under the ice.
The wind goes quiet when she decides to move. Then the earth remembers it has bones.
“Light remembers—give it clean edges, and even winter will shine.”
“Salt is memory. Smoke is patience. Together they carry summer through the white months.”
“Warmth is infrastructure—treat it like a streetlamp, not a luxury.”
“Winter tests the seams—of coats, of hearts. I mend both with patience.”
“Cold kills the careless—my seams don’t.”