A flyer from the neighborhood body shop
touts the usual seasonal fix
for uncooperative dimmer switches.
The path through the woods
is clogged with snowmobilers,
cross-country skiers, snowshoers,
and assorted furry friends
who, not unlike the rest of us,
are trying to squeeze a bit of happiness
out of these gray (grey?) days.
A talking cure cannot be far off.
I realize now that your favorite ending
to the Oscar-Nominated Films you’ve seen
is one of my favorites as well.
Perhaps my all-time favorite.
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