Cold city in winter, courtesy of Flickr.
When the frost sits in
Biting the ears, settling on rosy cheeks
The odor hits the nose before the cold
Sweat and success
Tears and teams
Boiling cursing with fingers wrapped around brown paper bags
Gameday before the sun says it’s day
And I’m there when the stoplights want to sleep too
But I love the frozen breaths
And I can’t smell a thing
Delirious from exhaustion
But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world
