. Longing is a hunger pang, a desire for something you don’t yet have. Loss is waste matter, a thing you can no longer have. With each hollowing day, the distinct aches of Longing and Loss feel more and more alike. You are snapped out of your pondering by a chill piercing your bones. Winter is fast approaching, and it will lay claim to whatever remains in the wake of autumn. You know what you must do. Go, now. Find what you seek.