It’s the most wonderful time of the year
by Julio Chapluzki
the cold of fall descended
in a northerly wind
with hard driving pricks
of rain that stung my face
when looked at too long,
but still i took the pain
in the joy of feeling
the promise of cold to come,
fighting the shivers
by trying not to notice
the enveloping cold
as it stole into my soul
i share both your and RC’s obsession with the cold… unfortunately here it is followed by 7 months without sun. which i am not a fan of
but you would never need sunglasses, which i usually forget and curse myself for forgetting; thus your city is sounding better and better all the time.