Also: why “cheese club“?
“The first rule of Cheese Club: don’t ask why it’s called Cheese Club.”
Winter is spiteful, and bent on getting the last word.
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
If you have seen the snow
somewhere slowly fall
on a bicycle,
then you understand
all beauty will be lost
and that even the loss
can be beautiful.
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?