Whitecold

my first snows of the year, i think.



it's charming, until i remember that i have to drive many hours through it, in spite of it, in order to reach the shores of indianapolis.

i go, at the behest of my lingering sense of holiday spirit.

in my near future, i see me, sleeping in airports and on airplanes, my head resting unconsciously on some businessman's cottonpolyestershoulder. drooling on it.