You’re the type of person who has a strong opinion on soups.
That’s opinion not onion.
Which is not to say you don’t have a strong opinion of onion soup.
You’d embrace late-season snow storms
Saying they were there to keep our entitlement in check.
I’d say nothing, slipping my boots on and silently refusing to clear the driveway.
And so we go back and forth like that
Having half-hearted opinions on things that don’t matter.
Me, clearing the snow off your car, and you making me soup.
Self-Isolation – Day 26: Finding it harder to find the good.