Before It's Gone
It snowed again last night, but aside from sweeping the porch, I’m not going to do a single thing about it. Because I blinked and it’s past eleven o’clock already, and I just know: this is going to be a where-did-the-day-go day.
It snowed again last night, but aside from sweeping the porch, I’m not going to do a single thing about it. Because I blinked and it’s past eleven o’clock already, and I just know: this is going to be a where-did-the-day-go day.