Winter Winds

"We'll be washed and buried one day, my girl, and the time that we were given will be left for the world. The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague, so let the memories be good for those who stay. And my head told my heart, 'Let love grow', but my heart told my head, 'This time no.' Yes, my heart told my head, 'This time no, this time no.' Oh, the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved, was the same that sent me into your arms. Oh, and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone. And no hope, no hope will overcome. But if the strife strikes at your sleep, remember springs swaps snow for leaves. You'll be happy and wholesome again when the city clears and sun ascends." - Mumford and Sons.

January's frigid winds sometimes carry a storm.