Change of Seasons

I found Winter drunk on the barroom floor. I helped Winter back up on a stool.

I asked what was going on. Winter told me that it’s supposed to start its job in less than a month, but it was depressed because so many people despise its presence.

I asked Winter if it could do anything else. Winter said it was thinking of getting into musical theater, and then sang Tomorrow from Annie.

I couldn’t decide which would be worse.