Winter seldom gets Thru to me til April...

Winter seldom gets Thru to me til April... But when it comes full at you in December'd nuance at the very first breach of A.M. this AUGUST 3rd. Then the Chill climbs a steadier pace up the back and onto the shoulders and out of my mind's eye. Sorry if you didn't notice, but it was there in the sky. Right up there at 3am where the soulstice ought notted to have been seen by my PRIVATE will never to have to get up that early just to hear a lofty bird chirping out a softer 'whirrrrd' end. Nope. He got out of his branch and came right into my face and barked at me where he was hiding himself on the leg of the chair on the front stoop. I'm crying if it snows tomorrow, that chill turns my eyes upward to the heavens and reveals some snarlklidging derisive star pattern and too bright not to miss now. KittyCat was all tongue tied, and I was startled at flirst blight. But my courage for a picture taken shortly afore dawn yesterday was at least my revenge for not missing anything too much brighter for a said Sad.