...it snowed too many times...

At that special somewhere where these things aren't supposed to happen, there are people lighting fires on stones to stay warm.

They're not sure why they do it, they just know that they like the way it feels.

So when their faces start to stick, they think, "it's only atoms after all," and they realize that things could be much much worse.

Happy March.

9 years and 27 days 'til I'm 30.

PS: I'm making art