The snow falls again.
It’s bitter cold, unrelenting.
The wind rises up and pushes you
where you had no intention of going.
The persistence of it astonishes me.
It almost, if I let it, makes me chuckle.
I begin to admire it even while I loathe it.
The snow falls again.
It’s bitter cold, unrelenting.
The wind rises up and pushes you
where you had no intention of going.
The persistence of it astonishes me.
It almost, if I let it, makes me chuckle.
I begin to admire it even while I loathe it.
