Genesis

Here up north winters are long, cold, and messy. You eat, drink, sleep, screw, snowboard, ski, ice fish, sleep more, eat more, drink more, anything for a diversion. Mostly though you just hide and wait for some kind of change.

Then without ceremony the sky lightens, weather warms, and the cycle begins again.

Today is not that day, but soon, I hold out hope that it will be soon.