Here’s another beauty from High Highs. While it doesn’t have the summery chirpyness of Open Season, it’s perfect for the wintery pensive days that January seems to force upon us all.
That the last time I went sledding was, I think, about fifteen years ago when a big ice storm hit Chattanooga, and all the families on my block were out sledding on the decently-sloped hill in front of my parents’ house, and the boys across the street were doing this trick where they swerved…