I was hoping I could tell you this With two feet on the ground But I don't think I can talk Because I'm not very stable right now _____________________________________________ This morning I woke to 3 inches of snow and ice outside my window. It's lovely but it's getting old. I never thought I could be sick of snow. This year we certainly have had much too much. It's still pretty none the less. The tree limbs look like snakes; twisting and writhing in the wind::tossing flurries in every direction. I miss the sea. Living by it 4 years and never once seeing it during snowfall is tragic. I'd imagine it's gorgeous. Torrents of white hurling themselves at great walls of water. Oh, how I miss it. Aim. Snap. Fall. Electric violin=love. I think I'm obsessed. Whenever I hear it, a stirring starts deep in my chest. It's a wonderful, warm feeling. Transforms me in a way. I don't feel like me anymore. I like having a warm glow about me all the time. I like how whenever you're near me, I shiver in anticipation of what you will say. Oh dear. It's happening to me all over again.