Will of the Flame

So .. distance is kept. Everything and every time from afar. The cold lingers. I can not help. I feel cold, so cold. I keep the doors open, windows too and walk over fields, trough forests, cross seas and rivers and still .. only the cold lingers. Probably there is too much wind here for a flame to burn or .. is the flame in fear of burning down this house of wind.

Thus this house must be a house of busy hands and long bookshelves.