i asked a friend,
who had been there a few times before,
what was it like.
he told me,
like everywhere you will ever go
it has its ups and downs.
summer there, of course, is the best.
unabashed, careless frolicking
days at the beach and sipping ****** beer.
but winter, too, is beautiful,
cozying next to a warm fire
with whiskey and hot mug of cocoa.
the road there is bumpy
but once you get there it's mostly smooth sailing.
'cept for that rough patch in the middle of the town.
finally I asked him,
how do I know when I'm there?
and he let out a sigh that lasted a little too long,
and he looked me dead in the eye,
and he said,
when it's gone.