My memories are stored in icicles strewn about, some catching the light in the most breathtaking way, some threatening to impale an unsuspecting victim.

Illusion of Improvement

Gary's Economics

My thoughts are carried on cold breezes,

As a child I was always perplexed by adults general distain for winter.

I wondered how they could hate waking up to a fresh coat of snow when it looked like a dusting of glitter.

And I would rise to defend winters beauty to them, but I was often met with a well known line, “You’ll understand when you’re older.

Winter has always been the season maintaining the ecosystem in my mind,

Snow began falling late last night. Wet flakesdropping past windows, snow coveringthe skylights. We watched for a time, surprisedand happy. Glad to be here, and nowhere else.

Beer Orders

History of Beer

I keep on pouring my feelings out, like snow they land on the ground and pile up, for others to step on them