It’s snowing outside. Hopefully the last gasp of winter here in the moutains as we always get one last punch before March gives way to April. It’s depressing … not beautiful. The snow is falling outside but it’s melting as soon as it hits the ground. Town is wet and cold and dreary. Higher up the snow is sticking. So, the town is all drab and dreary and grey, ringed in a halo of snow and frosted trees. It’s like life most of the time … the really beautiful stuff is away and just out reach.

Yeah. Sounds all pretentious, doesn’t it? Still in a “blah” kinda mood. Not depressed. Just down and kinda apathetic about life in general.