Winter, winter, yes we meet again. We live such a love hate relationship. I hate the snow, but love watching the first snowfall, ever so beautious and gracefull. I love sledding, wisking down the hills with not a worry in the world but hate undressing; soaked ripping off my "waterproof pants and jacket." One word to describe winter, deppressing. A musicians paradise. I mean i go sledding once a year, the rest of the time although not a bad thing im forced to play and write music. Wait a second, a feeling has come over me hitting like a brick wall. I think....I think behind the hate there is an inner love for winter that before this blog i would have never; ever noticed. Thank you Waye mason. I love winter.
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Winter, winter, yes we meet again. We live such a love hate relationship. I hate the snow, but love watching the first snowfall, ever so beautious and gracefull. I love sledding, wisking down the hills with not a worry in the world but hate undressing; soaked ripping off my "waterproof pants and jacket." One word to describe winter, deppressing. A musicians paradise. I mean i go sledding once a year, the rest of the time although not a bad thing im forced to play and write music. Wait a second, a feeling has come over me hitting like a brick wall. I think....I think behind the hate there is an inner love for winter that before this blog i would have never; ever noticed. Thank you Waye mason. I love winter.
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