I love that last stanza most of all. Obviously, because it's winter. Heh. Nice write, man. As always.

...and there's no going back. I wonder how many of us acknowledge this regressive wish in the final analysis? Primal piece of writing George :>

~! lol!~ Well stated about some men's life long quest.. well done! alisa ;-)

birth is the plague and the tragedy which befalls us all, my friend, even the womb which is never the same after giving up custody of us all, to have her fruit venture into colder climes as was never the intention, or was it? after all, they say we are fallen and until we can get back on our feet perhaps in the interim we can all do like cats do on window sills and curl around ourselves if only for warmth until we are back in the womb's fold.