Blizzards hit record low.

Its cold outside.

The kind of cold that makes you want warmer days.

The kind of warmer days that make you wish for nothing else, except maybe a popsicle.

The kind of popsicle that drips down you hand and gets your hands sticky.

The kind of sticky that makes you want to rip your hand off.

Like they did in that one movie you saw.

That one movie you saw even when mom said no.

The way she says no like its a challenge to defy her.

When after you saw it you understood why she said no.

She just wanted to protect you.

She just wanted to protect you.

Now its cold outside.

The kind of cold that makes you want your mother back.