Snow's in the forecast
It urged me to take one very last trip to the cabin
One last winter tighten up
Took the summer screens off the doors (ice, snow would gather on 'em, and ruin 'em)
Tarped the fire pit
Walked the place
Breathed the mountain air
Wife and I looked at each other
We were of one voice, one mind
If....for any reason.... we do not get the little house we've put earnest money on....we're gonna move back out to the cabin
...and, if we do get the little house, we're not gonna sell the cabin
can't
Just can't
A good portion of our souls are there
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