Made it. Never doubted it. Hope you didn't either. Wonder how many End of the World's I've lived through now. Doesn't matter. Dawn came. Some have said each night is a death, each dawn a rebirth. Here, it was one more day and one more snowfall.
Hard not to think of "Fire and Ice." Again. Robert Frost's end-of-the-world poem.
"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice."
"...for destruction ice is also great and would suffice." Easy to believe as winter lays it's cold hand on us. But some said the world would not end, but be reborn. And the world didn't end. But it ground to a halt at it's farthest tilt from the sun...and lurched back into a return trajectory. Solstice. Salvation. Light. Fire.
"From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire." Yes. The fire is coming. Bringing a new world with it. Let it burn.