It's a thing one looks to the end of
and not the beginning.
Those months are trials of a man.
They'll break a man.
They'll take a man
if he's not careful.
It's a precarious season, this winter.
Most men with any salt
or a good idea of the long con
the what's to come
baton down with a woman
see things through, at least to the spring.
Not me.
I had other ideas
not to call them better or worse.
Just different
they were.
