This Just In: The Winter is Cold
The winter is a shrewd, stealth-like hunter with an unquenchable thirst for blood. You never really see it coming until it jumps up, bites you in the face and bleeds your soul of all hope and humanity. Even though I always just accept it when it comes, and my soul is never really bled of any hope, I still pine for those glorious days of summer when all seems right in the world. So here’s...