Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for January 03, 2020
Transcript:
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. muffled scream 10 if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. kid 1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid 2: snow days suit me fine.
I always suspected that the line of demarcation between childhood and adulthood is precisely when one begins to dislike snow.