on winter coats, or "for ashley wirtz."

winter is fast upon us. [before i continue, is that an appropriate english sentence? it seems really german to me.]

we know this because of:
1. the date
2. the increasingly fewer daylight hours
3. the windchill

nevertheless, there is a deep-ceded-seated [thanks mom!] rebellion within my soul at this time of year. it is not violent, it does not effect or even concern others beside myself, nor is it illegal. perhaps it is improper, possibly even stupid, and in all probability lends itself to contracting month-long coughing spells and other forms of ill health [ahem, ashley].

it's more of a stubbornness. against convention. against unwritten law. against the acceptance of winter's arrival.

for it is namely this: ashley wirtz and i refuse to wear our winter coats.

until..... [this part hasn't been previously discussed]...

well, for me, provided that it doesn't get seriously below zero, it's going to be the first legit snowfall. [originally it was until the first of november, but we're golden. why not persist?] until then, i've got a bunch of sweaters, scarves, and mittens,

and i'm not afraid to use them.

and they shall suffice.

and we shall overcome.

and probably we will be particularly grateful for the cozy warmth of our winter coats when we do decide to don them, and we'll be excited to wear them, and it'll be new, and fun, and nice. and our other winter-coat-wearing-since-the-end-of-september friends will be nonplussed about theirs. they won't even realize how warm and cozy their coats truly are. and in the end, as long as ashley gets over that wicked cough of hers, we will be getting the better end of the deal.