Here's a strange story. I think I conjured this mist. I read a little bit of Stephen King's The Mist and then went straight to sleep. I awoke exactly four hours later with the sudden urge to look outside. The entire place was covered in this fine mist. Creepy, right? And I was exhausted the whole day.
This was the day after the spring equinox. This picture conveys my feeling of winter perfectly. I'm so ready for a spring day, yet I get dumped on and knocked over.
And then we get days like this. I don't know...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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