As the snow falls down,

sure the Target run could wait,

certainly the snow could be cleared in the morning,

positive that we have just enough firewood to get by,

but why wait?

I was made for this.  I was born of the Midwest.  Raised on cold and ice.

Why wait?  Safety?  Ease?  Reason?  Pshaw.

Stand aside.  Hand me a shovel.  Let me live my destiny.