Snow

I don't like snow so much any more. I used to love it when I was younger. Snow meant snow days which meant no school! Then I started driving and it took on a whole new perspective.

Now I look out the window as the moon shines on the breast on the new fallen snow giving the luster of mid-day to objects - well, not quite. But it is very pretty watching to dry, fluffy, undisturbed, newly fallen snow glisten in the light of the distant street lamps. It's like a galaxy of stars sparkling on the ground. I showed Kathleen. I doubt she understood what she was looking at. I'm glad I had her to show it to, though.