Pull my hood down low, endeavor to persevere.
Knowing the reasons for the shorter days does not make it better.
All of the bite that the morning brings floods my senses with
thoughts of elementary school and cold days on the playground at recess trying to gain the
affection of the pretty blonde girl who never liked me all that much.
And of course football.
The joy of the struggle, the smell of the grass and the coaches yelling.
I loved it all.