Anyone who knows me even half well knows that i not only love Winter. I live for it. It is my favorite time of year to batten down the hatches, brew up a pot of coffee or hot chocolate, and work in the studio continuously until the end of March.

But what is with this weather we are having so far this season?! The other day, it was in the 70's in NYC, which isn't too far from my location. Any day now i expect the Crocuses to pop their heads up through the cursed soil in my yard. Birds will begin building nests in my AC, and i can almost hear the splashing of neighborhood children in their little plastic swimming tubs.

And all i can think to myself is "I WANT SNOW, DAMN IT, AND LOTS OF IT!"

I want to walk outside with my old wooly scarf wrapped around my face, hearing the ice crunch underneath my funky boots.

I want to wake up, and hurry to get all my boring shit out of the way, so i can spend the night painting, only taking breaks to look at the snow falling outside my window, check my email, and maybe, pee.

After i am finished for the night, i want to curl up in bed under my old velvet patchwork quilt wearing my thermies, and watch movies until the sun comes up. And not wake up all gross and sweaty like i have been doing for the past few months.

If this keeps up, i am packing my bags and heading to Alaska.. land of Eskimos, Longshoremen, Serial Killers and Strange Little Artists who love most the season when everything dies.

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