I went from the warm breezes of island life to the bitterly cold winters of a small farm community. The low was 8 degrees below and it was hard to even think outside when more than an inch of your skin was showing. I wanted to build an igloo.
keep on trucking
endless drifting
where a tractor once plowed
cold cattle
where's the gravel?
the feeling of blue snow
like the crescent of a wave
one day it will melt it all away
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