in november, the trees are bare. the light becomes cold and lonely.

in december, winston-salem is lit up at night. and night lasts forever. but the christmas lights make it more bearable. 

january seems to never end. 

february, it snows, usually. if you go to wiley hill there are kids playing. out by school of the arts, the college students are sledding on school lunch trays.

by march, the daffodils are poking their little heads out of the ground.