Oh! Is there no cure for the middle-of-the-winter blues? I can't run far enough to get away from it. I can't ski enough to leave it behind. I can't seem to out sleep it, or out work it. Why won't this month go away!! i am struck down by the lassitude, the failure of my imagination. I can't see beyond the next skim milk, cold watered down sunrise. I try to dream about the dry heat of the dead of summer. I can smell the sage and sandstone baking in the sun...but, I can't feel the warmth. And then in my dream, when I turn around, there is a giant evil snowguy, running towards me, threatening to avalanche on me. Fucker...
