Today while walking to work, and while grudgingly noticing how many people were wearing jackets, I remembered a haiku (an haiku? Nope, that sounds wrong) that I wrote in 2nd grade. It’s funny how your mind recalls certain things from your childhood without asking you first. One second I am complaining about everyone wearing jackets (in my head, not out loud… I’m not that crazy) and the next, I am remembering word-for-word some crappy poem that I wrote roughly 20 years ago.
Here it is, in case you were wondering:
Winter is coming
No more wearing tanks and shorts
The leaves are falling too
Things of note:
1. I was channeling some mega Rob Stark there…. I was SO ahead of my time.
2. I have always missed summer.
In the meantime, there’s hot yoga. No pants required … allllllriiiiiiight…