It snowed a few days ago..like 4 whole inches.
But I woke up at midnight, made some hot tea and just watched the streets. It was beautiful, and I thought of you. How you'd laugh at our pittance of snow and calling my tea too weak as well.
I'm not foolish or even crazy, you know. Though I may seem it.
Certainly, you'd think it from my actions.
Sifting through the ashes of my many burned bridges looking for an olive branch though isn't easy. I can only try now, mean my apologies and not lose it all.
