Nothing worked out right today. Here at a center of a political universe we got, oh, let’s say nine yards of snow. Couldn’t get within cheatin’ distance of anyplace I needed to go. Got my workout at a business end of a shovel & an met some new folks as we formed impromptu vehicular bobsled teams, pushing cars out of drifts, & an watching am go a-swooning down a snowgutter streets.

Meanwhile, a best full moon of a year stayed clamped shut behind endless miles of uniform gray prison clouds.

I needed sun. Heat. Sin.

& an I remembered Nina.

Original post by driftglass and software by Elliott Back