This snow reminds me of winter at home. At least in the mountains, when the air is clean and clear and cold....

Perhaps I think on it too much, but I'm still here. I thought I'd be gone by now. They'll be wondering-

Hmmph. A gilded cage is still a cage.

I'm getting tired of people asking after the hawks. If you really want to know, myself and a friend released them. Chaining birds up so you can use them is a travesty and I won't allow it while I'm here. They deserve to fly free and hunt as they will.

You're welcome for the taste of freedom in this dreary place.

Is this Lord's message true? Are our homes truly gone?

It seems impossible. It is impossible. How could such a thing come to be?