meaning_feels_warm cr0wl come with us where we walk and the tracks of winter remaining birds are preserved in mud like poetry recited by trees and written by robins. where our dog makes us proud with his obedience, denying his urge to run in the woods, chasing the scent of rabbits who hide, snickering at his restriction. where the sound of rushing water is a song with but one word: live and together in this circus of happiness we listen to a voice loud as night wind, telling us that further along what we know exists the test of endurance. what warms is what matters. hands first always. 100204 what's it to you? who go blather from