I sat with fellows around the fire. Goodwill prevailed and I felt at ease. You were there.
I toil at the fence line, digging post holes and tying beams. Industry and satisfaction grip me. Are you not here, too?
Hunger and cold wrap me in their embrace. You stiffen my spine and quicken my feet. I make my own warmth. Look, you are standing next to me!
My constant companion across all seasons. What good news, you are with me always.