Sometimes one can't help but feel like they are the victim of a cosmic prankster.
I announce a promotion involving snow . . . at it rains for days and then the sun emerges to melt the city down to pavement. Old coffee cups and peices of last falls garbage are taunting me.
Fear not. There is snow in the forcast. It will snow again. And again and again before winter releases it's grip.
In the meantime I am headed into the woods to find the snow the sun can't reach . . .
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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