In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs – memories and Canada.

Coffee is not about having something to drink in cool weather, it’s about having something to drink when you are not sleeping

I fall asleepCall it deep while all is well be-Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean-While asleep on the couch I dream it’s a written piece and nowThe symphony’s soundingShouting out to these feet...

Maybe nature is like you and me. It works like all of us. If the weather changes all the time,then it must be on duty. On this cold day winter has started it’s shift therefore...

Life doesn’t stop due to weather. It doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, if you have work then you have to do it.

It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.

The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a...