has the summer season perhaps just toyed with our emotions, pretending to be all hot and interesting like the sleazy eyed girl at the bar, furthest from the crowd downing whiskey sours like no one is watching only to scold us with a cold gust of dissatisfaction to fall suddenly and crisply into a tundra faced bitch. luring you in with that break of dawn mouth, a hot breath laced with sweet nothings hits your neck making you sweat, she notices you're enjoying her company or perhaps her attributes and closes off. sitting perched on her bar stool you watch the hot dandy lioness transform to the ice queen. Better get your parka, the ice cube she is about to lob at you isn't going to make mouth to mouth contact, she's aiming for your core and you best beware of the hurricane storm..
Call it a night, better take flight for Hibernation Nation has come early this year and Miss Summer Thang is taking flight.