All of a sudden I miss all the snow (and everyone)

All good things must come to an end. It is practically spring and even though it snowed decent today, here are some images to help you imagine what it used to be like.


The snow will not last forever, and that is not a metaphor for something else. This does not have to be depressing, but when I watch it wane with wary wits, what can we wax but woe? (That sentence was not even a stretch.) I have had very little time to think about a lot of the thinking time that I constantly have. I like to start most sentences with a single letter word. A weird sentence to write starts with an a. These thoughts sound more congruous in my head, probably. Hunger steels my resolve for food. This might seem like a useful exercise in brainstorming to a reader that has never had a good idea. So little snow, even less time...

Post Consitent Content

So much to say as I sit and stay and type and think. I adore the snow, I relish the cold, I cool the relish, and I snow the doorway.

Snow covers the roof, the grass, the driveway when I do not shovel. A cold white blanket tucked in keeps me from being to warm. I drift off to sleep. Asleep I dream of a warmth that never comes. The chill comforts me, distracts me, reminds me not of what I miss. The cool brisk wind seems a sun kiss on my cheek. Will it tan me? The world is my beach; white sand is my playground. Clouds are my sun.

Snow Preview To View Per View

The title of this entry says it most. The rest to say is that there are more pictures of snow to come. These are an attempt to show snow defying gravity as it hangs from the gooseneck. The icicles form either on their own or from the heat of the lamp. This is neat. Furthermore, I like it.

There shall be more to come, I declare.