The Mezunian

Late February… & squandered fog — O, how squandered…

So cozy is the evening o’ the year; but the new year…                it’s opening blinds to blinding light & yanking all the blankets off me…                                                                       ¿Why? The grandest meal that lasts is that last supper cooked warm on death row.                                                         But now I’m leased to nothing but the clear-skied breeze. & the’ain’t e’en any leaves. […]

Accompanying music ( courtesy o’ Video Game Music HQ ): Halfway ’tween winter & spring ~ rainbow road.