Today I’m off from school due to ice storms.
This is the eighth snow day at least since school got stared.
That’s not counting early/late outs due to weather.
During the past three years I had maybe three snow days combined.
I think there might be a poem in the idea of sitting at home late at night or early in the morning, checking your phone or the local news, seeing if you are staying home that day more than you expected and all day.
There also might be a few lines covering what it’s like to be off those days, relaxing but not really relaxed, wondering how this throws off all of your well-laid plans.
What do you think?
I think I’m going to give it a shot, even if what I produce is rubbish in the end.
Liegois Media 