by Regina McGrew

Winter is the longest season. It drains the land, kills the passions, destroys the spirit. Its coldness creeps into our bones like death into a sick man's bones. We wither under its terrible weight as it casts its terrible spells. When we think we can bear no more, the winter brings even colder temperatures, and then snow, sleet, and rain. We wait patiently, solemnly, near-frozen for the beauty and warmth that is our spring.


Regina McGrew has a thing for Asian men and men of darker complexions. She blogs here.