Summertime

They say we covet what we see, everyday.
How then can I explain my desperate longing for those unfortuotous days ahead to come to an end?
Unless, of course, I am coveting memories. And why not?
Winters in Winnipeg give me the strangest sensation of cabin fever. The people meander along the dark and deserted streets like sheep.
Not seeing, not really feeling. Just being. Functioning under some basic survival intinct.
It's getting colder now....I can feel it inside me, slowly taking over, as grass feels the rolling frost, creeping and choking it's life away on the praries.
I fear I'm drifting into an all-to familiar state of brain hibernation. And I'm at it's mercy, powerless to stop it.
I'll awake again next summer.