Today is the 26th of September. Summer is barely laid to rest and already I am hopeful for an early bout of cold weather.

I come across Keats book in my local Barnes and Noble every once in a while. Every time I do, I am struck by how much this silly little children's book still resonates with me. When I see the cover art, I remember wanting to be friends with the little boy and I remember the story being based mostly around the him strolling the snowy streets alone. So many things that held my gaze as a child seem stunted now, weighted below the sky only by my innocence. Peter and his snow day still get me.