More Snow. Guh.

The Snowfall Palls My Mind

I don't mind winter--
this girl loves a good snuggle--
but more snow? So soon?

Pencilin' Myself In

This Is My Perusing the Calendar While Plotting My Escape Face

Days of the future

What exploits do you foretell?
How soon can I leave?

Runaway Train

The Able-Bodied Transient

Maybe one day this

ticket will become golden
and remain one way.