Always Winter

February rolls around, I'll roll my eyes. Turn a cold shoulder to the even colder skies.
And by the fire, my heart, it heaves a sigh for the green grass waiting on the other side.


"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.