Wonderland

It's snowing again. I really ought to get my winter tires on!
I love snow, from the inside. It's so pretty; it falls so gently. It almost looks like it should be warm, soft and downy and fluffy. Imagine how much fun it would be to play in, if it were warm. It's fun now, of course, but there's such cold, wet aftermath. Like so many things, really - they look like fun, until you have to deal with the consequences.
I think I'm waxing too philosophical lately for my own good, I think.
Maybe I should start talking about puppies and rainbows instead. Maybe that would make my neck stop hurting, make my headache go away.
Maybe somehow, I can make it all better.