Global warming is ruining my Thanksgiving. No snow, no biting winds, not even a cloud in the sky. Nothing but a dry chill and dead leaves underfoot. I feel like I'm stuck in September with a chunky scarf and puffy coat staring up at the blue sky yelling "JUST SEND ME SOME SNOW ALREADY!!!" I have a feeling it'll be another uncharming, unpicturesque, unexciting Grey Provo Winter.
Not that being home in Alpine (I'M BASICALLY UP IN THE MOUNTAINS RIGHT NOW) is helping the apparent anachronism of driving down a dry, sunny street waving to people working in their yards while "Sleigh Ride" is playing on the radio.
WHATEVER, Mother Nature. I haven't been this mad at you since last winter.
Brother Sparrow -- Agnes Obel
No comments:
Post a Comment