Walking outside the morning was like walking into an ethereal realm. Everything was white, ghostly... surreal. Frost had painted everything. Where I stepped, clear, clean green grass appeared. Most people would probably have reflected how beautiful it was. My thoughts can't be repeated here. But they were along the lines of blankety blanking blank cold, blankety blank winter.
brokencowboy brokencowboy
46-50, M
1 Response Nov 10, 2015

We don't have that down here yet... but it's coming. I feel your hatred and pain LOL