I’m going to wander into you,
with my coat and my tunes,
my warmest winter boots,
and the coldest soul I can muster.
To watch my breath blow away in the wind,
melting snowflakes, smelling of gin.
I can’t wait to photograph, the 3-5 inches,
the most snow I’ve seen (or will see?)
all winter. I’ll stand on the bridge
(that bridge) to record the moment where
rivers freeze instead of overflowing.