[00:09.99]A pine log snaps its blessing
[00:16.37]the fire paints your face;
[00:21.92]snow threatens at the treeline
[00:28.19]but warmth has found its place
[00:34.53]A book half-read remembers
[00:40.53]the margin where you sighed;
[00:45.45]outside the wind rehearses
[00:50.82]the song we never tried
[00:58.22]We talk of roads behind us
[01:04.62]and ones that never grew;
[01:10.97]the wood-smoke curls like questions
[01:14.57]that time forgot to view
[01:22.68]At dawn the frost will shimmer
[01:28.70]but love will not feel cold—
[01:30.18]for tenderness is shelter
[01:39.15]when silence turns to gold