they keep promising us snow but the east coasters know better and arent' suprised by the endless rain too wet to crystallize. The night it was going to happen I was in a black mood and couldn't sleep at all. I want clean perfect snow falling down on my white coat. I want to throw snowballs at the doubtful Canadians.

for the first time in ever, I think I'm happy with it being December. Usually the gray trees and sloshy puddles make we want to curl up and die. And I've been moody and sulky but it's almost good. I'm thinking about where I'm going with all of this and that makes me happy even though its scary and depressing and overwhelming. walking over the blue bridge and seeing our sad little canyon all stretched out and chilly with the leaves fading in the mud and mist. It's nice to have the climate inside my head match the ouside.