Rain? In December? It sounds as fictitious as a rainbow in black and white, but it was a rain sound that played upon my paned window this morning while slowly (as always in winter) I rose from deeply shallow sleep. It rained all day. And there's still snow everywhere. It's weird.
The obligatory walk was slippery as a blizzard of slithering lizards on an ice-patch. The remaining snow felt soft as marshmallow and each snowball heavy as ripe watermelon. I've been sorting files, ugh, as always there's so much unfinished business that I'd like finished before the near year begins. Maybe next year. :/