It snows...

Let it be known I hate winter...

But if ever there was a part of winter that I loved, it is those eerie late nights when the sky is deep grey with a hue of orange, and the snows falls. Quiet, thick and delicately coating the city in a cloak of white silence. No footfalls in the snows. No tires on the road. Only that icy lace and the absence of sound.

A white slumber.

And during these moments, the season is beloved for a few moments -- only minutes compared to months of wretchedness.

I probably shouldn't have picked tonight to leave the old white bookcase on the sidewalk for someone to pick up, either.

Nuts.