Cold thoughts on a frigid day
Today reminds me of death. The bitter air, the long shadows, the frozen ground. Now I know why they call this the dead of winter. I need to get out of this cold. Birds in bare trees try to out-lament each other by chirping and squawking about who's coldest. I'm down at the tracks. A Norfolk Southern train rumbles by. I wonder what's in those train cars. If a train ever derails, toxic chemicals could escape from a ruptured tank car and kill everyone in their sleep up to 3rd Street and beyond. Hopefully, one of the cars will also leak nitrous oxide so everyone can die laughing.
