Sunday, December 23, 2007
A globally-warmed Christmas
The twenty-five to thirty inches of snow we got last weekend are almost gone and I can't help feeling sad about it. I can hear the rain pounding on the rooftop and on the pavement not far beyond my bedroom window as it travels along its direct course from heavens to ground--it is the sound of my child-like hope for a white Christmas disappearing. Flurries on the 24th just won't satisfy.