It happened a couple of weeks back but of course I was a southerner then, I-10.

Now I’m north and the weather is catching up. Tomorrow will be the first day for me up here solidly above sixty.

But that’s not the only reason.

I did a nominally brave thing, and then it snowed at night and then today I got rewarded and by morning the chill should be dispersed.

I know you don’t quite know what I’m on about but it’s okay because this is a post it’s only a mere poem.

What makes you happy?

For me it’s rice sourcing and coffee addiction and certain arcane fashions that I can’t personally pull off.

Also, one right picture of apricot blossoms makes me prouder than six savage posts about their lies.

That is the real news, covered in my real way and in the morning there will be presents under the tree and it’s true of every morning if we only had eyes to see.