I Miss the Winter Weather

Bustling corridors, places to go, you can’t stand still or move too slow. Make a plan, plot a course, there’s an entire campus to traverse. Other things are good to know, like the best place for lunch or where the wi-fi’s slow. Last year there was lots of snow, the Yale tunnel system was the way to go, to warmly get from A to B, when paths were dangerously icy. This year there hasn’t been any snow it guess it’s global warming, you know - or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño? I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home those storms were something I took for granted. ‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada. I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky. I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees. I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire. to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger. . . nom de guerre (French) = means a pseudonym