Me and my brother, winter of ’91, something that seems a million years ago. Since then, winters haven’t been the same, Christmas lost it’s feeling and we grew up.I’ve been trying to remember how much has it been since we had real snow, to fall in it and not hit the pavement, to be able to have a real snow fight, and most of all, to have it for more than a week. I think it’s been at least 10 years.
So how can I not hate winter, when I have memories of a real one and all I’ve been given in the past years is fake ugly pseudowinter? Maybe this year…
I see the winter, she’s crawling up the lawn
I feel her breathing beneath my palms