There was a week the snow demanded we stay inside. Frozen fingers cured by a wood stove and by cigarette smoke. The gray skies were refreshing at first until your mind mimicked the color. Lifeless and sloth. When it becomes a burden to deny your muscles movement, only a few options remain during a blizzard. It was springtime in certain ways.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
There was a week the snow demanded we stay inside. Frozen fingers cured by a wood stove and by cigarette smoke. The gray skies were refreshing at first until your mind mimicked the color. Lifeless and sloth. When it becomes a burden to deny your muscles movement, only a few options remain during a blizzard. It was springtime in certain ways.
