There are days if you're not sure you'll make it through the sunless sinking depths of snow falling, as though there is an endless unseen reserve of moisture that these flakes fall relentlessly from. There are days when you're wondering if you'll see the sun come out to melt away the anguish of layers of exhaustion. There are days you'll worry if you will breathe again without the wheezing torment of cold toes burning through your confidence to make it.
And then there are days you'll survive.
Many of them.