Three days later, I’ve had enough snow and watch it thaw with twisted delight. I’m not sure how it thaws when it’s still below zero, but I’m sure that it thaws because the thickness of the snow layer on my terrace is decreasing. I check at regular intervals, as regular as my smoking breaks, which take place at the terrace. Also, smoking kills, but so does snow.
Posted by Mara Eastern
I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.