we fell into unwilling hibernation that early spring. trees hadn't yet bud their impertinent blooms into the brooding ides of march. life, oblivious, hadn't yet paid its room and board for an early november check-in. sealed in and slumbering, breathing was made unprecious, mattering dematerialized us, numbness overwhelmed our stored selves. thoughtless meltwater loosened, dissolved, and removed the natural paths between us. and staying in the back of our caves, surrounded by scant reserves, we never considered what wintering through another season's cycle might mean.