This was the view from my bedroom window today. I am always happy to see sunshine, but it was having difficulty streaming through this hazy filthy pane. How does a second story window gets so disgustingly dirty anyway? I’ll tell you, winter! Winter is filthy and dirty, a vile season that is only tolerable when you have young children that enjoy playing in snow or when a lovely fresh snow falls to cover the nasty brown muck.
When winter arrives I am counting the days until spring on my rough withering fingers. The cold extracts every last reserve of moisture I’ve managed to protect in my archives of youthfulness.
In the Bleak Midwinter