Quiet bearer of the in-between, you arrive when winter has settled in, when endurance has replaced cheer, and the land has learned to hold itself still. You do not come with green shoots, or promises spoken too soon. You come with pressure beneath the surface, with the knowledge that beginnings do not announce themselves. You move through frozen ground, through roots that have not forgotten how to reach. You work where no one is looking, where patience is the only proof. This