"That winter we spent in my car parked in back lots and that wooded path.
Holding tight to the thermos, pouring cup after cup of hot cocoa while the radio played that song from the Sandlot.
Then the phone rang to interrupt what should've been our first kiss.
It was winter so the windshield fogged up letting me draw pictures with my fingers for you.
It's a very different winter now and I'm in a very different place but I hope you're well."
supported by 4 fans who also own “A Wright Winter”
I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00