I cannot help but feel like the world is ending. It rains, snow, and warms up all in the same day. Friends in New York tell me I’m privileged; I get to wear cut offs and bask in the rays of a fickle sun while they get snowed in. But how I miss the blanket that overtakes the streets and freezes; isolating and insulating.
The horn sounds off and leaves it there
And we rush, a procession
to unprecedented green
And like all daft animals,
Slip off to dreams
The air brrs my feelings,
The pain no more
I get into Rugby and it’s a frigid two months. We stop playing in 4th block and I can’t wait for the game to return.