Third Saturday in November
The temperature dropped thirty degrees
Between cups of coffee.
I dreamed my daughters were snowboarding away
Into the future. Then I was made of snow
And they had made me.
The temperature dropped thirty degrees
Between cups of coffee.
I dreamed my daughters were snowboarding away
Into the future. Then I was made of snow
And they had made me.
So glad you made this, Jeff.
What a delight. Like it much more than the cold and wind today to go with it.
Thanks, Angela!