See the forrest. See the trees.
There's a low autumn mist and overcast sky.
It's like you can feel the frost coming, and you forgot where your favorite jacket is.
You didn't forget, you were just debating on whether or not to buy it, and you didn't buy it.
I have green, grey, and black jacket, but I didn't get the red one.
Not like I'm trying to avoid a big bad wolf...I just don't want to accidentally dress to kill.

I like to kill on purpose.

I'll build another home tucked away, you'll make clothes and keep the fire going. I'll hunt and work and use braun to make a fort. Then with music, I'll swoon you to safe sleep under the canopy of God's creation in our lodge on the forrest floor of the lush, cold timber and bitter wilderness.

The fire glows, the nights eat up daylight, I've lost a map, but there are other things to find too.