Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Snow

It falls like an emotion. Delicate and gradual and changing. People smile at, play in it, fear it.

I smile at it. It makes me tall and dramatic ... until I slip and fall on my arse.

1 Comments:

At 4:43 pm, Anonymous Cal said...

LOL, i usually have one good wipe-out on the ice every winter, and it's always in front of loads of people, yeesh.

 

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