Hello Winter!

I saw the cold front last night. It had teeth. Called ahead in the wind. A foreshadowing to tell a greater story. Of power beyond any human recollection. Of a course it was bound to take. Nature is pissed! With the lowering down of the anvil with one giant swoop. It clashes and clamps down against the atmosphere. And there I was. Riding it. Like a cowboy. With tennis shoes. Unaware of the awkwardness it creates.

I am Sean's unbridled sense of enthusiasm for the winter weather.