more.

more snow?
more subzero temperatures?
more F*ing wind?
yes. yes. yes.
there's plenty more of all of it,
and y'know what, kids?
i'm not even gonna bother getting angry.
nature wins,
and answers blow in on the wind.
cold nights mean extra blankets,
and more snow means outdoor ice blankets,
so really,
it's all connected and all of it makes perfect sense.
the parallel is perfect, and the opposition of it is pointless.
i'll resist a whole lot,
but i won't fight against winter.
i mean,
y'gotta pick your spots-
the woodsly goodness is too far north,
and too dang mountainous,
and even more remote,
and i think these howling gusts and gales
and the drifts and banks and piles of frozen wetness
are too dense and intense and immense......
there's no sense in freezing to death AND being tired.
right?
yeah.
so,
instead,
i'll fill my bellyhole with treats,
and span my times near a fire,
under several more layers than usual.
who knows?
if i put enough clothes on,
i may even appear to be actual human man-sized,
instead of a willowy spindle of spaghetti-style skeleton sticks.
we'll see.
but seriously-
check the teleport:

cranberry-blueberry-raspberry scones???
it's a new year,
it's a new day,
it's a snow day,
and all of that means that there's magic in the air,
and it's carrying the incredible aroma of baked greats
throughout the crisp, dry, caustic causeways of this
sepulchral space i shudder and shiver through.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is far far more
than just a commodious castle...
really-
it's also a barbarian battlement implemental elemental energy battery.
yeah.
that's a thing.
and you know what THAT means, don't you?
uh-huh.
it means i gotta charge it up with good sh!t.
like those winter-activated expert triangles,
and these sorts of light-giving, warmth-throwing cyclinders
of scented championship-style activated infusions.
check the stanky-in-a-good-way-type teleport:

mmmmmmmm.
if you can't hang out with fancy candles,
well,
then you aren't invited over.
and that's no joke.
good smells have to permeate this place,
and make it so it has that Folk Life-y feeling.
it's one of the requisite parts of participation in this space.
a noseful of wizardly particles,
a bellyful of expert treats,
a dayful of snow magic,
a yearful of just-be-dopeness.
that's it.
this morning may be busted,
but this day is gonna go to eleven.
any other level of interaction isn't even being considered...
***********
also,
those dumps were pretty flippin' rad.
i mean,
of course they were, neighbors....
but,
it bears repeating, anyway.
if i wasn't pointing out the hottness,
it'd almost be like it didn't happen.
and we can't have that sort of thing,
now can we?
nope.
teleport:

we keep it kinda really real.
that's just What Is.
-
today is another day.
today is THE day.
it always is, anyway.
so i guess this is it,
all over again;
never quiet, never soft.....