Storm Ahead
The whole of the Midwest is holding its breath, waiting for the latest storm. The clouds here in MM are portentuously heavy, waiting for just the right moment to break into a wall of white (during rush hour, no doubt). We walk a little stiffly, as if already stepping over paths of ice. There is industry in all of our preparations, one part terror to two parts nesting instinct against the cold.
Bring it on, Motha Nature. Preferably after 8pm, but bring it on.
Bring it on, Motha Nature. Preferably after 8pm, but bring it on.