by Emmett Smith
I Ran into my eighty-eight-year-old farm neighbor, Judson Andersen, up at the Post Office today, a morning of icy roads after a night of freezing rain and and an inch of snow on top of that.
“Well, Juddy, anyway it’s the solstice now and spring is just around the corner!”
“Oh, Hell, don’t get your hopes up TOO God-damned high…in LESS than six months from now the days’ll start getting SHORTER!”
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 22 December 2007]