Frigid Bridge

The placid river nonchalently runs beneath the frozen bridge. The wood is silent and still, as if in a deep turpor. For days you braved the snows and winds in company of your convoy. Your goal was to reach the estate before the first snow storms. So far so good, but you cannot but feel a sense of dread as each day goes by, as the skies overhead darken. You've been feeling the bite of the frost too acutely for your own comfort lately. Just a little more road, just a little more effort... The fireplace is almost in reach !