Trench Town Rock

I want to go to the beach. The last two days I have wished to go to the beach. I woke up yesterday and something felt vaguely familiar in the air. Like it was spring time back in 96. I listened to reggae in my truck.

I'm scared to death of the onslaught known as winter.

"It's six, twenty-two...and though it was nice, it's cold outside..."