Work was amazingly quick. Next thing I knew, it was time to go home. Productive day, with me spending most of my time working on a new skin for the New Music Player that Ben and I made, for another station.

I made a trip to the bank, but wasn't able to take any good photos. It was snowing like crazy, but unless you were looking directly at a dark background (building/street), you couldn't really see much. At several points, the snow was actually blinding - high winds, forcing me to shut my eyes as I walked.

I don't know what it is about snow, but I absolutely love it. The weather can get as cold as it likes... but as long as there's something pretty for me to look at, I won't mind. Everytime I walk in a heavy snowfall, I think back to Indianapolis when I was a kid.

In the wintertime, even though it was cold, I loved my bicycle so much I'd ride even when it was snowing. And in those moments when the snowlfakes were fat and wet and soggy to the touch, I'd imagine I was in Star Wars as I rode around the neighborhood. As the snowflakes flew by my face, I pretended I was going into Light Speed, the universe falling away to either side of my ears, stars shooting past my head.

Anymore, I think of cold, of digging my car out, of sweaters and scarves and gloves. But every once in a while, I remember being a kid on a bike, stars zipping past my eyes. When I look at snow as an adult, I see blankets, flour, a wide brushstroke that covers up all the unsightliness.

Snow, in many respects, seems like a sign from the world that it's ready to start over.