Clear Skies

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Today I am grateful whenever something DOESN’T fall from the sky.  Will it never end?  I remember months ago I waxed poetic about how beautiful the first snow was.  That was then.  This is now.  I’m over it.  Way over.  Is it pretty?  Yeah, whatever.  Is it going to help our often draught situation?  Sure, whatever.  Am I sick to death of it anyway?  Yes.

Earlier this morning I went out to get the newspaper.  It was cold and crisp and the sun was peeping through the clouds trying desperately to make a good showing.  And it did, for about ten minutes. 

Now the sky is betraying me once again, by shooting out all manner of moisture, rain, freezing rain, sleet and the dreaded flake, or two.  At this point I’m not even praying for sun. I’m just grateful when something doesn’t fall from the sky!