And barren. For months. Boats don't leave the river. Leaves don't grow on trees. People don't sit in the park and drink beer from paper bags. It's blue and it's gray and it's cold, all day, every day. It can be warmer when the sun shines, but only if the wind isn't blowing. And the wind is almost always blowing, just a little, just enough to need to pull that scarf up over your nose so your nostrils won't freeze. We stay indoors. We make soup and bread
and drink whiskey and beer and wine and pull blankets up over our noses when we sleep at night. We wake up in darkness and wish only to not have to pee so bad that we can stay under the covers just a little while longer. Yes, it's cold where I live.
And barren. For months. Boats don't leave the river. Leaves don't grow on trees. People don't sit in the park and drink beer from paper bags. It's blue and it's gray and it's cold, all day, every day. It can be warmer when the sun shines, but only if the wind isn't blowing. And the wind is almost always blowing, just a little, just enough to need to pull that scarf up over your nose so your nostrils won't freeze. We stay indoors. We make soup and bread
and drink whiskey and beer and wine and pull blankets up over our noses when we sleep at night. We wake up in darkness and wish only to not have to pee so bad that we can stay under the covers just a little while longer. Yes, it's cold where I live.
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It's pictures like that that make me wonder why I miss Michigan! Despite the gray skies and cold weather, it must be the warm and wonderful people!
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