Whispers From A Snowflake
Winter’s ugly now. I’m sorry, winter, for saying that. But look around. If I’m honest, I see myself in you. Tired eyes make me look older than I am. Somewhere in this city, I’ve lost my sparkle. Like me, snow, you started with such promise, arriving pristine. But you quickly lost your sparkle, too. Tires and boots, both moving too fast, flatten you into a dirty slush. And the dogs. Oh my goodness, the dogs. How you must s...