waking up... but it's still summer

The sign may be a little faded, but I know the place, in my sleep, blind, in a snowstorm... a welcoming blast of warm air, friendly faces peer out of the darkness.
I hang my jacket by the door and know there's a cup of coffee waitng for me, a smile, a shoulder, and someone to tell me that it's ok. The rabble has been left behind, the wolf guards the door, the clock is broken from having to conform to the demands time makes on it.
It's never goodbye, it's see you later, fare thee well on your travels and come back again.
"Change is the only constant thing in the universe, Mr. Peters." an old teacher once taught me, probably the only good thing I ever learned in school that shook my heart.
Whatever happens, the moments we spent together go with us, out in what some call the real world, and we take a piece of each other on our life's paths.
So, see you again, somewhere, maybe in a place that has the same name or becomes something different.
All I care about is having known all of you once, and maybe again.
Whereever there's a warm fire and a great bunch of friends coming together...
Think of me and I'll be there.
Cold Steel Heart