But winter will be dark,
It beckons, to be embarked,
beyond this lull of simple pleasures,
of beer gardens and bright evenings,
to the bitter cost,
under the sickly slumber,
of the inevitable deep dark blanket of winter.
How will these people cope,
in the deep and distant solitude,
of the winter that brings the crisp clear understanding,
of the true new norm,
amidst the likelihood of futures yet to come?