Seasons

In winter the sky is grey and gold and periwinkle, and everyone wants to make sure that everyone else is warm enough.

I don't understand why no one else likes it, come with me to watch a grey and gold and periwinkle sunset. We'll make our home in the snow, and live on the reflected light of the moon and stars until our noses get red.

Then we'll go back inside and make sure that we're each warm enough.