More snow last night.
We've gone from nothing on the ground to serious plowbanks in just a few days. Roads have been slippery and sloppy at times. Temperatures are still relatively mild - it's ten degrees above zero anyway, if you consider that mild, and I do.
Seems like it's still rush, rush, rush. Perhaps I want too much. Perhaps I'm trying to fit too much in. I need to find a steady pace and hold it steady. What are the chances of that any time soon? We'll see.
As I leave home this morning, there's fire in the eastern sky, a vapor of snow in all the tree branches, a vapor of tree branches. Out in the country I see a woods shrouded behind a veil of whiteness. Everything seems a little paler this morning, colors not strong enough to seem real. Everything I see seems farther away, a distance beyond my reach.
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