Streaking down the Avenue

evening all,

It is November,

i wonder if Thomas Hood even liked winter, as it seems to be the only poem he is really remembered for you'd like to think he at least had a passing affinity for it,  although judging by the poem i feel he was probably more of a summer type of guy.

Me?

i love the dark, and the cold, and the lights, especially the lights!

night all

Matrix