That makes two seasons in a row of hard ground or mud.
This should be all right with the Loser. He is, after all, getting old, and with his bad leg he falls easily and hard on slick surfaces. But the Loser misses that one annual blizzard that shuts everything down and excuses him from work, gives him free exercise shoveling, and lets him stay indoors alone without his lack of friends being the reason. A good book, a hot drink, black skies and blue shadows on the ground. The Loser misses the way gravity uses snow to paint and sculpt, reshaping the landscape, kabuki makeup over blemished roads and brown lawns.
Snow gives the Loser a respite from daily life.
|By the end of this century snow will be rare, maybe even in places like this. But by the middle of this century the Complete and Total Loser will have been dead and forgotten for years.|