It's snowing! I love snow. Except today. It always snows when you have some place to go. The closing gala for the film festival is tonight. So I sit here now looking out the window watching the white stuff whirl around. You play little games with yourself, for example: look I can still see the roof of that building across the river, no wait, not now, oh there it is again.
What's so strange about living in the country you ask? It's probably the stupidest thing you can do. Watching the weather is an integrated part of any day. As I write this my brother is outside with the whipper snipper trimming the long grass along the driveway. I take it back, that has to be the stupidest thing you can do. Perhaps so it will not catch a pile of snow, but one can not really know the motives of a sibbling.
Snowflakes whirling and the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. ???