A morsel

It’s already the middle of February. I can hardly process the idea of that, let alone get excited about it. The single hint of Winter we received actually left me wanting more - and anyone who knows me will appreciate the irony of this. I am always cold. But I figure, if I’m going to be in combat - with layers and space heaters as my corps - it might as well be 100% of the season: blanketed with snow, our overactive lives muffled and our perspectives moved even closer to magic itself. Alas, my continental position and our globe’s warming will probably avail me no such wonders. In fact, we’ve already moved on to tornadoes in Oklahoma.