The city feels ominous tonight. Everything glows in a mist that doesn't seem to fit. Like a guest at a party that no one seems to know, the cold weather hangs about way past its welcome, refusing to take the hint.
It seems like every few days we get the phone call saying, "Dude, don't worry! Summer's on his way and he's bringing more beer!" But he hasn't turned up yet and Winter is eating all the chips and awkwardly hitting on the girls.
I've started leaving my coat at home and I'm gonna buy some shorts tomorrow. Hopefully Winter will take the hint.