Air temperature 30 F, wind NW about 15 mph, windchill about 20. Clear sky allowing our temperature to escape, Giant Inflatable Santa bobbing and weaving as he spars with the winter demons riding the winds.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.