This song is anticipating a much deeper part of winter, the part when things get a little weird. Any winterdwellers know what I'm talking about. There's going to come a day not too long from now, after the holidays are over, after the novelty has worn off, when we'll realize we're in the very middle of it. Autumn will be a flicker of a memory, and spring will be a bizarre fantasy; a lie somebody told you once. The walls will feel closer. Time will slow down. But then something will happen. It will become a beautiful part of winter, because it will be the moment when we give up on the superficial relief of other less mighty seasons, and we will turn to each other. People keep this little warm thing at their center; they tend to it. They keep it burning. It is precious. One day when the sun is dim they take it out and they give it to somebody else. Winter is about human connection, and as the air shifted this week, and autumn left us, I began stoking the little ember in me. I need to keep it glowing, so it will be bright enough to give away later on.
lyrics
The season gets long
And the stranger it gets
I hold an ember
It's at the heart of it
And I'll give it to you
You hold it tight in your hands
I want you to be a part of it
The season gets long
And the stranger it gets
I hold an ember
It's at the heart of it
And I'll give it to you
You hold it tight in your hands
I want you to be a part of it
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