How many cold, winter nights have we sat by the window of some smoky place and contemplated the state of things or nothing at all And how such a winter's night could be so mild 'tis a strange thing but all the same Fine by me for bitter winds only add to the shame of man For no man has not a care in the world lest he have not a mind or soul Would that I could take things like that soulless man My existence would not have reason And my mind would think silly thoughts through the window of murky winter.
Written when the Tennessee winter was more than I could bear.
The endless days and weeks of cloudy skies, barren tree limbs, and freezing temperatures took its toll.
It robbed the best of me, leaving a fallen, desperate shell.
Now my Floridian January is a celebration.
The cool winds keep the warmth from stagnating.
And I am smiling as the vivid colors of a blue sky backdrop promise me sunshine and breezes
And birds gracefully gliding in their sunny winter dance.