We are snowflakes.
Aware of the falling.
Landing we are water.
No longer alone.
Here in the foothills above the city of Sonora, the first snow of the the season is falling.
This is very good news. Fall snow means Fall skiing with full hotels and restaurants. Skiers and snowboarders, and sledders want to be entertained after dark as well so the theaters can be fuller too, if the snow stays above 3,000 feet.
Here at home a fire is lit in the fireplace, and I just want to let my chores and work go for a while. I was going to write a post about the fact that there are five weeks to go on the transformation contest, including a detailed description of my secret fitness weapons for releasing fat, but...
I would rather sit by the fire and watch the snow fall.
Besides, It's Friday.