" I didn't want to get up and face what I'd almost certainly lost. What I'd lost and still had yet to lose. The country of the living was gone to me, and I knew that I'd entered a different space, one that offered no solace but only the wind and the cold and the frost. Winter counts. This was the winter of my sorrow, one I had tried to elude but which had come for me with a terrible cruelty. "
― David Heska Wanbli Weiden , Winter Counts