wake up to a freezing apartment, see your breath
muted crunch of snow tires rolling over powder
smell of kerosene heaters, and one wood stove
two old men shovelling snow, laughing at each other across the street
icicles long enough to drive through dracula’s heart (and still have some left over)
jingle bells muzak playing in the seven-eleven
yep, it’s definitely winter
What a great poem!
Quite the contrast to the “hey, why is it not 110 degrees outside?” winter of Tucson. :P
You shoud count yourself lucky, my apartment is that cold, and I’m in Tucson!
Yeah well Eric, maybe it wouldn’t be if you weren’t so cheap on the heating. :P