I apparently only move to places where it's between 28-40 degrees (f) and precipitation is never ending. The snow returned yesterday, and with it, a certain glum mood settled in on the office. Melancholiness blanketing like fog reminded us that regardless of the groundhog's shadow, Macedonia still had a bit more winter. The snow didn't stick, rather, it became slush, the devil love child of snow and rain, upon arrival to the ground.
I think slush is God's way of telling people to lighten up. It's hard to keep a straight face while wading in 3 inch deep water in soaking socks and water dripping down your nose. I am reminded of when I was in New Orleans (age 12 or so) with the Alaska Youth Choir. It was pouring, but as warm rain was incredibly foreign to us Juneau kids, we left the other choristers under the awning to frolic among the pregnant drops.
I'm taking a class on Cuba this coming quarter. Am hoping to become extremely interested in the only warm communist country and move there.
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