It's cold. I'm sick. It's winter. Still there's is something that draws me to the icy, cold, chilly weather...Maybe its the frost on the windshield or the way you can see your breath in the air or the chimney filled air...who knows? This is a great time to be sick anyway, not like I want to be out there.
Maybe I'll read a good book or warm up to the fire with a good movie and some soup...yes, soup. Good Bob Dylan listening weather. It took me a while to appreciate Bob Dylan but as I got older, Dylan finally made sense. One of my favorite tracks below from the album, Blonde on Blonde.
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