It’s a winter of utter raggedness. The masses huddling under thick black skins, groveling their way around snow skirted streets.
It’s a winter of FaceTime and social media. Phones and screens replacing skin and face.
It’s a winter of long hours, but short days. When you wake up to the dark, and grey is as bright as it gets.
It’s a winter unlike that which we have ever experienced.
We had but one choice, to share the same pain, one sip of whisky at a time.