it's because I like
walking in falling snow,
listening to The Tallest Man on Earth.
it's because I hate sweating,
and I love sweaters,
which keep weeping in closets.
it's because I've always
fallen in love
while the weather was cold.
I'd prefer a place
where it is always 50º and sunny,
but that place doesn't exist,
especially in 2021,
while the world burns alive.
so I settle for winter
instead of summer.
my daughter knows
the best art is made
on cold days.