we're on a dangerous precipice. about to descend into an abyss of cold, apparently. they've been talking about it for days, like it's the end of the world. the day after tomorrow - except it's supposed to come tonight after the snow stops.




I was warm once. I remember it, sort of. have a seat and I'll tell you about it.




on second thoughts, it's hard to describe. I don't really have an adequate vocabulary at hand since it's something I experience so infrequently. just spent a couple hours wearing five layers, a sleeping bag and a down blanket in hopes that heated inspiration would strike. it didn't.




don't cry, now. you won't be cold forever. just all eternity.