During the brief period of time between summer and winter,

when the sun began to fade,

and the first flurries of snow fell from the clouds,

I stepped through the threshold of some mysterious place.

I can’t tell you exactly what day it was,

or who led me there,

but I can tell you that I knew I had to stay.

As the sun grew duller,

And the world grew colder,

I grew brighter,

Warmer.

It all seemed too good to be true,

but things would never change,

and I would forever be warm.