world, snow, out

* "In a hyperactive world, stillness is the deepest rebellion."

* Another ER, another hard chair....I muse...What if snow came in colors? Blue one day. Red the next. Nothing that would stain. Green from the North. Or flavored. Root beer! Orange flavored....

* I am rarely out after dark so the stars are brilliant, the moon a hammock hung in the darkness. Inhalation freezes my nose hairs. Are blue strings of lights wrapped round these trees every year? Cars tucked up for the night, traffic missing. Then home to sweet fuzzy dogs with wet licorice noses.