what? winter's still here?

heeeeeeeeeeey!
it's so dope up here,
when it's so dope up here.
circular logic?
nah.
just the facts.
sh!t's dope when it's dope, y'know?
the weather decided to remember it's purpose.
ma nature must've been all:
'just be dope? woooooooooord!'
it's winter again in the woodsly goodness.
finally.
and that's dope.
waking up to a grey sky,
sticky silhouettes of sticks,
and a fresh topcoat of frosty, froze-up hottness.
that's so good.
a refreshing do-over doo-doo butter button
on the brown busted disgustingness
of old and crusty leftover wintertimes.
fresh, ninjas.
that's what this world of wafting white wonderment is.
it's just wet enough to hold onto whatever it hits.
like a sprayed-on cottonball swabbing.
nice.
feet of snow are rumored to be headed up this way.
and that's cool.
the wavering watermark between sleet
and snow is blurred to bits,
and the back 'n' forth switch'em-up is a little intense.
powdery crispness is great,
but it comes with the hefty price of plummeting temperatures.
below zero is too far from freezing for my tastes today.
happily,
it's warmer than that, for sure.
only,
it keeps heating up a tad too much-
i'm all about blazing, raging barbarian bonfires in the snow.
smoldering smokeouts in the rain?
not so much.
this kind of weather,
this kind of day,
calls for a relaxing roost,
a homey hearth,
and a good book.
i've got all them jauns, ninjas.
there's a lovely lady drawing dragons on my left,
there's a dumb dog licking it's own A-hole on my right,
there's vegan baked ziti extraordinaire in the oven,
and some gingery ale in my mug.
a day off.
that's what today is.
i'm enjoying every fast-flying second of it.
tomorrow there's more of everything else,
but right this very second,
there's a veritable fortress of fulfilment in my face.
little teeny tiny things.
bright spots.
like the afterglow of a stunningly spectacular 'splosion.
or just the lingering limning of a lantern.
there is a light that never goes out;
never quiet, never soft.....