We'll Always Be

Why are we still here? - she asked.

Why don't we fly south like so many of our feathered friends and distant cousins? Why is it we endure this very bizarre winter weather? One day...I'm shedding my winter coat..the next - I'm layering it right back on. It's warm. It's cold. It rains. It snows. Every day is something new and always something different.

Why are we still here? - she asked..over and over and over.

He had to think a bit before coming up with an answer.

Because - he said...at last - no matter where we go...or how far we travel....we'll always be. Simply you. Simply me. There's no place better than this frozen river. There's no place other than where we are today.