Short but beautiful poem, @johnjgeddes! The weather outside and inside the car is perceived icy, uncertain. The lyrical voice tells us of a thought that accompanies, but also worries, weighs. In moments of loneliness, when one is able to find oneself, we can fill our hands with memories, with questions. We see how in the last verses, the lyrical speaker is compared to that sparrow saddened by time, perhaps because he knows that some thorns stuck in the soul, come to make the heart and body cold! I don't know why, writing this commentary to you, I remembered the Nightingale and the Rose of Wilde. Nice night.