Of Snow.

Missed it by that much. The undone corn run. Ground to a halt by the December storm. Snow. Concrete like. Stucco like. Fuckoed like. After maybe an inch of rain on top of a few quick hard inches of wet thick sticky snow. Freezing rain. On muddy ground fell a large deposit of more wet heavy sticky blowing and wind driven snow. Then a week of below freezing temperatures. That’s how much I missed it by on that last hundred plus acres of what’s been a good corn run. As corn runs go.

Then, there.