I had gone far to the mountains .... with little to believe in,
but the wind, and the snow... Then the sound of footslepts..
the smell of her hair comin in from the cold...If we could share
one word, that was...love.. but when I awoke... the embers were
dim, and cold... I scrabbled with numb fingers.. stirred them...
on with dry sticks... piled beside , the fire blazed anew.. Who,
had brought them, I pondered... there was no answer... 
outside....but.... a wolf, and the wind...