Dear Herman:
It's cloudy, foggy, and when the cars go by the window I can hear the sloshiness of the half snow-half rain under the tires. If it wasn't for the fact it's freezing rain, it would be a perfect morning in my mind.
How's it where you are?
It's been a couple of days, and I still have that old song "Johnny Angel" stuck in my head. I give up, it's there, seems like it's staying.
I imagine you this morning, checking in, dressed in something warm. I believe you are sitting in an air conditioned building, feeling it. Needing an extra sweater, long pants, and that toque. That dog I think you have, it's with you today. I imagine you sitting there today, alone, needing a friend so therefore, your dog is with you today.
And I think you're being haunted by moose. Everywhere you look today, images of moose are popping up, forcing you to think of me.
Smile, everything is better with maple syrup.
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