Tundra Blue

I'm sno very unhappy. I miss my good friend. I miss his icy embrace and the shivers he gives me. I want him so badly I can almost taste him. It has been months since his last fleeting visit.

He is the ultimate sensual tease. I see him everywhere and nowhere. Lurking in the shadows but not giving me enough of what I yearn for. I need him to cover my body with stinging kisses to leave me aglow. "Come, please come", my begging goes unanswered. I desire to roll in his essence and jump for joy in his presence. Instead I sink to my knees on the dirty hard ground to sob in despair. "Gimme some", I plead to the nothingness, face turned up pleading to the stradisphere. "Please.."

I lay in bed at night in anticipation of his arrival. I hear his howl far away in the distance. Will tomorrow be my special day When he finally arrives? With mittens and boots ready I wait.


I grew up in the land of ice and snow and I miss it. I need my snow fix bad. I love to shovel it and refuse to use the snow blower to clear my driveway. It gives me a sence of unequivocal achievement to clear a path using my hands. I fall into bed sore and tired but happy. I shovel the neighbors driveway, and I don't even like them, so they will get their mail when it snows. There is no better toy than snow. My hubby is building a project in upper Michigan and it snows there almost continuously. He taunts me with this information. Current estimated depth, eight feet. Lucky devil.