A blurry flurry hits the streets. Beats the last time out by a few inches. Inching it's way in, the winter. An old friend. Making it's home next to mine. I'll be fine because my name is "bring it on" and I put my boots on today. And by the way, I don't mind the mittens. Good riddens fall afternoons by the lake. This is your wake. Who needs you. Atchu! ... Well, there's my hommie Tripple S (Seasonal Stuffy Schnoz) calling my name. I better get outside to introduce ten of my closest filangees to my frosty aquaintance Bite. Tonight will be cold. But I'm told that when u get drunk you don't feel anything. So long live the winter and Cheers to fighting off spring.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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