& OH THOSE LONG WINTER NIGHTS
i can recall trudging through the dead of winter with thick bundled bodies and clouded breath watching every step eventhoughiknewyoudcatchmeififell counting down to the warmth and sunny days of march we could use a little bright in all this gray perhaps a snowflake fluttering down just so perfectly framing the universe for a hushed moment or a cup of steaming hot chocolate cradled tenderly in grateful fingers and rosy cheeks your clumsiness got the best of you as your hot chocolate got the best of me when you spilled it in my lap and gallantly used your coat to try to clean it up but the stain still resides there as does a memory of a long winter's night