In North Carolina, the leaves were icicles that literally
hung on trees. The bare bones of winter, made
to experience a frigid coldness that didn’t only
freeze water. But took livestock & people.
A coldness that didn’t only reside in the air,
but was so insipid that it robbed me of the
twenty six years that I had chosen to sojourn
in New York City. Yes, New York State.
No one can escape the winter crawl that
Polar vortex that only struck us this year. As if
twenty six is such a significant figure,
thirteen times two. But me, I’ve had enough.
Because if man is more than just skin
and bones, mind and mentality, then leaving here
is as simple as saying yes to the sun, and no
to the cold. Because the time honored tradition
of man isn’t about survival of the fittest,
or being more ingenious. Maybe instead, it is
about common sense kicking back in
when everything else – has gone.