winter is coooomm--here. thank your god, our god, this god, that god we live in a land less rigid and less frigid than those of the northern most north or the southern most south. into the darkness let's go. let's peddle to and fro and hurried and fast for our fingers are losing feeling and our breath is coming rasp and shuffle shuffle hobble hobble oh this winter I love thee not but I forgive you for the pain you've brought if only and if REALLY you remind me of the good day yet to come when
spring is brought back on. :D I mean, yeah. the night sky is still beautiful no matter what time of year.