y'know what i woke up to this morning?
yeah!!
a mutha-flippin' snow day?!?!
indeed i did.
and that means anything can happen.
check the first-bluish-blush-of-winter-type teleport:
it's too soon for my tastes,
but it sure is pretty.
and we all know i'm a sucker for pretty.
i get down with that super official superficiality.
what can i say?
i'm an aesthete.
i'll go for pretty on the skin, and ugly from within more often than not....
y'know?
opposites attract, after all.
and pretty is not what i've got going for me.
being old and busted is what i do.
but, then again, as a result, so is being dope.
y'gotta balance it all out somehow.
that's a thing.
i s'pose it IS a fair trade.
anyway,
back to this day's snow magic-
the wintry cotton puffs are falling off the trees in slouching sloughing sloppy slumps,
and it's already getting grosser outside.
that's the infinite nature of ma nature, isn't it?
bringing it on, and then taking it away.
pulchritudinis ruinas, after all, y'all.
fleeting flakes are still arriving, too.
too little, and too late.
i guess that's how it all really happens.
anything...everything...and nothing, all at once,
overlapping and icing over into interconnected crystals,
dissolving back into water,
evaporating upwards into clouds,
and moving across the woodsly goodness in great gray crashing waves.
today is a snow day,
and there's a special kind of spellcraft in that.
ugly can be beautiful, as long as it goes to eleven.
but pretty?
that can't ever be much more.
here's to all of us,
taking this snow day to the darkest and then to the brightest,
and back again.
today is the day for making magic-
today is the day for doing something;
never quiet, never soft.....
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