https://prepnsell.com/blog/2023/09/20/ton3e96li2a This coldness is in my bones. My frame is frozen and rattling, searching for signs of life and renewal. Hungry for warmth and rest. For when you're cold, you can't rest. Sleep may come but it is not rest. It is a rote exercise of charging ourselves. Rest is the warmth that calms and heals and regenerates. That puts you to ease just by the sun beating on your brow....
