Before Winter Blows In Does he take advantage of an elevated heart rate? Does he breathe her in, melt her to the earth, feel the rawness the urgency-to engulf every inch before winter exhales its frost? The sky leans low, the ground shivers; skin listens, bone remembers. There is no map for this, no mercy in waiting. Only the fierce claiming, the wild press, the holy rush of two bodies racing the turning of the season.