This Poor, Provincial Town

Gosh. What could be better than a solitary drive about a New England town in a light snow at 3:40am? Picture it: a light dusting shines pink in the spotlights lit by the lamps on the telephone roads along a quiet residential street lined with green pine and naked maple and oak. Jazz fills the warm interior air of your car, but still you decide to drive with the passenger side window down. Before it all, you played spades with your friends and their grandmother only four minutes away the next town over and won. Before that, you and the gang sang and danced in a 1770s Massachusetts’ tavern. Pear cider, ginger wine, and brown ale for everyone. Oh, and don’t forget that beef stew that started the night off.

Life’s not so bad right now. Keep it coming down. I want a blizzard.

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