peppermint_stick like rain. my mother used to keep a box of them under the passenger's seat of our van. the car would get hot in the summer and they'd be all sticky, melted together like hope and minted fresh with discordance. in the winter, you would drive with her, maybe just the two of you, on the way to soccer practice... passing the floating christmas tree on the lake and you would reach under the seat, pull one out with sticky fingers, and smile as the grey sky pulled at your heart. 010511 what's it to you? who go blather from