15 Feb 07

Feb 15 2007

Father Winter grasps us tightly and holds us close. His white hands cover earth, buildings, streets; all things natural and man-made. The only escape is inside our homes, where we hear the wind blow, and we shiver.

Which is why I spent an hour chipping away at two inches of solid ice that blocked in my truck this morning. :sigh:

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