Little Victories

Today the stove works
    and I can move my hands again.
The cold is like a wrestler
    who grips you tight
    and makes every movement difficult.

I used to love the winter,
    when I was warm indoors;
But this winter has no end I’ll see,
    and my stove is almost out of fuel.

—a man
  Lapland
  Europe

 
Small camp stove with a pot of steaming soap on top.
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