"You stopped and pointed and said, that's a crocus,
and i said, what's a crocus, and you said it's a flower.
i tried to remember, but i said, what's a flower,
you said, i still love you...."
Really the best possible answer, in a lovely cold song by Dar Williams called February...."the nights were long and cold and scary, can we live through februrary?"
Yet here it is only November; it will only get colder (and scarier).
And darker. And, god help us, sleeplessier? Hopefully not.