I am not a fan of winter.
Frigid winds and mountains of snow are not my friends. Winter arrives, and I feel like Mother Nature has grounded me. And
I am not using the word “grounded” in a contemporary “spiritual” lingo associated with mediation and yoga. I mean “grounded’ as in “sentenced” to your room for a teenage angst filled eternity with no TV, phone or visitors!
You know who deserves Winter? Donald Trump!
The Trump who turned hot air into global warming. The Trump who saw crowds where others saw no one.
He deserves a white on white snow palace surrounded by the other white flakes and his damn white-washed wall!
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.