Friday, February 01, 2013

Sweet January


                                                 


Sweet January, I miss your crisp cold touch, your warm sunrises, your threadbare trees, and lazy stretches of endless clear blue skies.

February arrives, still cold, still wintry but soon it will thaw out to the smothering warmth of slithering sweat that will drown me. Or just about.

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    1. Thanks, Loch. It's only a week into Feb but already it's gotten warm enough to have to dig out the olde summer shorts. I am heartbroken :'(

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