Ant Farm: Redefining Life in the South: The Winter Issue

“So now we exchange our flora for the warming glow of light against the heavy wet-cold. Flickering flames cast dancing shadows that erase the borders and block out the nipping frost, persuading us to forget the outward and focus inwardly on the things we call home. The air turns bitter, and quiet, and still on winter’s moody eve, as darkness settles in for a spell. Nightjar melodies slip through the cracks in the windowpanes, reminding us of the hard-won harvest in our cellars. We are the crackling in the hearth. With woolen blankets and steamy mugs, we gather round for tales full of bravery, for songs full of laughter, for nights full of burning life like wildfire.”