Again.

Look out my window with me.
It is snowing. Again.
Which means we have to shovel. Again.
Piles of snow will be slipping down our slate roof. Again.
Roof snow will be compacted into wet heavy heights. Again.
Sometimes beauty is spontaneous and happenstance.
Sometimes it is found in the most unusual of places.
Most of the time it's little sibling, hard work, is trailing behind with a shovel scooping up all the slush and ice that beauty forgot and has discarded like a once loved teddy bear.
Beauty is moving on to the next moment.
I am going to put on my winter boots. Again.

...not always so nice.

I do have a petty side.
Yesterday was someone's birthday.
And my wish for this person was that they find a wirey, grey hair on their chin.
With all my heart I hope that they felt old.
I truly hope that some part of their day was miserable.
I won't name this person for my petty name-calls are crass and cruel.
I just wanted you all to know that I'm not always so nice.