A pagan in North America

Thank you, Sun, for shining today and providing a scrap of warmth and a whisper of an excuse to step into the cold, dreary 'day'.

Thank you, trees, for clinging to your leaves for as long as you could, here at the mouth of December.

Thank you, snow, for keeping your distance for now.

Thank you, air, for being fresh and clean while being deathly, deathly cold.

Fuck you, all of you, fuck you for being so very very very very cold.