もう一度布団にもぐる窓の雪
Once more
I crawl beneath the comforter.
Snow at the window
TH 1956
U
nfortunately for me, there is not enough snow on the window sill to justify more time in bed, as Dad imagined back in 1956. If there were a few more inches on the ground, a few more clouds threatening to disrupt traffic, then there would be [...]
