Findlay, OH, February 28, 2009

The weather is smoky, the glimpse of smoke from the window a wood burned living room makes me to believe that the weather is warm and tropical.  The vegeation is plentiful on top of a creme cheesed slice of pizza.  Slowly into the night, the cold dress of mother night spreads across the luminous moon moodily lighting the sweating Fosters (australian for beer) 25 oz cans... Beneath a bassen quilt my hands stay warm, safe from the bitter exhalations of the Northern wind...