And lo! the heavens opened and offered upon us the blessings of winter:
And it was good.
And so I ventured forth into the wintry landscape, donning the footwear of the snowy deep, to deposit my earnings from searches far and wide, and to partake in the gifts of the wind and the cold.
And it was good.
Alas and alack, the heavens grew surly and the winds spat warmth and rain upon us, degrading the glorious banks of icy down into mean crystals and slush.
And so will this punishment continue for yet one more day, upon which ending will return the promised cold—unto which we shall rejoice! tho’ yet we mourn the loss of our snowy firmament.
here in the midst of the arctic vortex all things wintery were a bit less hospitable to the flesh and blood…
Ah, the Midwestern winter; I am perverse enough to miss it.