Cheeks flushed crimson,
Embers crackle,
As the smoke billows beyond the seams of the Oak smoked door.
A faint glow from within the forest,
The little cottage.
Offering temporary relief,
From a permanent frost.
Brave the wind, the rain and the snow.
A feat too difficult for now.
Yet a necessity for
Tomorrow.
The Neon Squid 