Ends

Impending death, expected death, the grey funeral song of winter... all things that compel one to travel long lengths during a short day.  

Not sure what I think, not sure if I'm even thinking.

One of these things once = all of these things forever.  

So strange, and sudden.

Time is such a bizarre, short thing.  (The emphasis on short.)  Most of this is left unrealized until it goes from being a short thing to being a heavy thing.

Time is heavier than it has been in a while, right now.