A little snow was coming down as I drove to the polling place tonight for the school board election. As I heaved my body out of the car, arthritically stiff from the wet weather front coming through, I looked up at the parking lot security light and "whoa" motion sickness set in. The extra large flakes were illuminated and enlarged by the light. It was like looking out of the window of the USS Enterprise at warp speed six. I like that. I'm a summer lover but there are some things about snow that I enjoy.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
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