winter's over

yeah... finally winter's about to be gone.... to return again ofcourse.... but its on its way.... the groundhog appeared a long time before... but i guess it went back into its little burrow... damn this year....damn this winter...
Amos is 20 years old.. has lived his life in this city.... and he has never seen so much snow in this city... biggest or rather deepest snow in 20 years??.... wow and i was a part of it.... it was fun to look at... and actually be in it too... me and Rusty were out in the yard... on that day when the city stood still.... and luckily I was off.... so I grabbed a handful of snow and made a snowball and hurled it at Rusty.... and he loved it.... the snowball looked like the familiar shape of his tennis ball..... but the tennis ball can be grabbed and then I can run with it he thought.. but what happened to this one.... it's vanished.... bewilderment hit his face..... those long already erect ears perked up..... and I and the children laughed... then everybody started throwing snowballs.... before we knew it we had a snowball fight on our hands.....

yeah such is winter... fun to watch when u are inside with a cup of hot coffee or cocoa..or in your yard throwing snowballs.... otherwise its a bitch...

slipping and sliding is another way to have fun only if u are in a parking lot.... its so much fun to just drive and then hit the emergency brake... and the car wants to go ahead but the front is stopped and the rear then just turns whichever way and tries to follow its path of motion... what law was that????... damn its been ages and those laws of physics are always teasing me....

well now that winter's over the jackets and parkas and the coats and the hats will all go.... go to the dry cleaners for next year that is.... and out will come the flip-flops and the sandals... wonderful weather will be here.... and i have vowed to go out there and have fun.... even if I'm by myself... my buddy will give me company...


and oh yeah... how can I forget those green lawns of finely manicured bent grass..aptly called the 'fairways'... and those flags fluttering in the balmy winds... and those irons covered with clippings and sand.....a big ovation to the changing scenery....


Kurt rightly crooned... 'Spring is here again..reproductive glands' .... except the glands work only in animals.. cause they do it for progeny... and we do it for pleasure....sorry for the digression... suddenly remembered my friend who has attained Nirvana... just had to write his name....."I swear that I don't have a gun"....