blog as therapist, on winter

23 Mar

on saturday i was coatless in the sunny, springing south.

today i hear the drip of melty, mushy snow from another round of winter.

and if i’m honest i find no partiality to either version of march.

i am too often defined, riled, and mood-altered by what’s outside the window.

(i think it has something to do with not wanting to take the temperature of what’s inside).

snow, i accept you.

and i will not let you keep me from going out for mexican tonight.

the end.

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