Feb. 14, 2011 Itâ€™s just before midnight.
Huge piles of snow slowly melt in utter silence after a brief relief of warmer temperatures.
Winters in N.W. Ohio are nasty & unpredictable. I almost expect to find the carcass of a mastodon after all the snow is melted.
As Iâ€™ve become an old man I have a fear of dying in winter. I want to die in summer as children run through the spray of a garden hose. As late night bickering drifts through an old neighorhood. As the full moon illuminates a small lake where a huge midnight bass shatters the surface & just misses your Hula Popper.
You sit there dejected because you missed the strike of a lifetime.
And as you sit there feeling sorry for youself & not paying attention 160
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