Gaze, or grain you pick.
Tonight the city is my town, tomorrow I say good bye. I will not miss you traffic.
This is what it looks like where I grew up
And where I live now we get a teeny bit of snow every now and then and everybody gets really really excited about it.
At the mere mention of snow they close school and run to the store to get milk and bread. I still don’t understand the bread and milk part, I do understand that the roads become icy and not safe for school busses.
There you have it in writing.
Yes, there it was a single strawberry on the hedges!
What, your monkeys don’t hang from the light?