The brisk ice in the morning air makes me bitter. The over cast grey skies tear on my heart strings and it wretches me inside to feel my favorite season coming to an end. The sun, cold, white, and empty behind the clouds brings me no warmth when i drag myself to the car covered in a thick morning due. Going to work on a sunny eighty degree morning was bad enough, but the unwelcoming chill chasing me indoors puts my day on the wrong foot to start.
Again, i'm lagging on the postage. I blame the cold.




