I wouldn't consider myself a winter hater, but waking up to -36 really kills the spirit in a way that few things can. I've heard people complain about places where it's too hot to do anything, but I'm not quite buying that. In my climate, there are days where if you walked outside without a coat, you'd be dead within an hour. Weather that can literally kill you...
Anyways, there was some wicked frosty fog going on outside the other night and I'm trying to muster up some poetry and hit some venues this second half of winter.
Anyways, there was some wicked frosty fog going on outside the other night and I'm trying to muster up some poetry and hit some venues this second half of winter.