January 25th, 2006

Death-Neil Gaiman

I want snow!

So what's up with this morning's weather? For a moment there, I thought I saw snow. And then it was all gone.

I want snow.

I want to stay home and work on my sewing. I want to sit in front of a roaring fire watching the snow fall down outside. I want to eat some chicken soup and drink some steaming hot coffee. I want to snuggle with Marcellus while we watch the ground turn white outside through our living room window.

Damn! Whatever happened to winter?