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November 15, 2005
Dear Diary,
Ah, the first real snow of the year. It reminds me of my childhood when I would sit hard at work (then at school, now at a job) and watch it slowly make it’s delicious descent only to melt away much to my dismay. But yet as if those early martyrs quest had not been in vain the ground cools enough for the onslaught not to have been futile and there remains a trace of wet white. As a child I longed for enough snow to make the first snowman, to sled the first hill and to win valor on the field of snow battles.
Has my child like devotion dimmed? Fervor and passion… their only recourse should be action.
(Quietly I stalk back into the world of real blog posts… will anyone notice?)
Posted by paul at November 15, 2005 02:45 PM
Comments
I noticed.
Posted by: Mike at November 15, 2005 03:58 PM
Hmm...You've got snow? I wouldn't mind some of that. But not in the form of a snowball, unless it's a fair fight. No dishonour here.
Posted by: Bob B at November 15, 2005 09:00 PM