I have never missed anything as much as I miss walking down these paths.
boop.
Northern Michigan may snow every day and it doesn’t melt for months, but it’s still the only genuinely-decent winters I’ve ever had. Everywhere else is windy and miserable and slushy and ugly by comparison. And here was where I had my most memorable one.
Last night I went to bed around 11 because I’m prematurely-old, early enough that I wasn’t awake to see Clarissa’s friend Jen visit to cheer her up. Judging from the clues left around our apartment, they: