It's winter now. Your first real winter in a very long time. Maybe ever.
You've lost your certainty, but that's a good thing. That's the only certainty you have left. Just enough.
But that is what winter is for, isn't it? This you know now too. There's only so much room in the cellar and you've only got so much salt. Do you know what salt is? It's crystallized hope.
Not candy striped, wishful thinking hope. A cherished desire watercolor of hope, framed in the solid, hand-carved wood of expectation.
The essentials will be preserved and that is more than enough. This you do not hope for, this you know. This is the one thing you know.