"Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive."
I never thought my winter would last six years.
I don't know why I still have you on my mind.
It's all illusory, I know. But the longing isn't. The wintering isn't.