Sunday, February 14, 2010

No Two Storms are Alike

February is showing me how much it loves me with snow.

Our nation's capital is god's portable snow globe, and god is drinking too much red wine and swinging from willow trees. God is a homesick man. He lost his Mother Nature.

I can't see a thing past the wind.

February is a ghostly wonderland. The snow is wooing me into bed to read fat novels. The snow will change everything.