17 minutes of salvation

learned a new word the other day-
dreich: dismal (adj.) the mind of a man in winter

I'm beginning to take winter personally, out here in the country.
the wind is howling a holy 250km/hr line of translucency right through everything, blowing everything pure again straight through its insides. God and the Devil wouldn't even bother to fight in temperature like this; they'd just get into bed and rub at each other's feet, and eventually the Devil would start to pray, having forgotten totally the warmth of his natural home. At that point it would be up to God to decide if he had too much of a short-term memory.