Charles readied the campfire, putting his hands out above the flame, Trying to get warm as you came over with a cup of coffee.

He didn’t respond to the sound of snow crunching beneath your boots, Rubbing his hands together to hopefully warm them.

Hearing you sit next to him he gave you a small wave to greet you, making sure the fire stayed lit as snow came down from the sky.

No one wanted to be in the cold like this, But everyone needed to, For whatever reason that could be.