Today had not been kind. Drawings came out as crap, even the rough sketches looks bad. Then when I took out the trash, there was snow on the ground and in the air. Lots of it. Spinning around according to some fractal pattern unknown. I wasn’t sure if it was the cars running past, headlights making the entire street glow, that produced a whirring or if it came from the wind looking for a path between the flakes. Anyways. I stopped and looked up, trash bags in hands, snow hitting my face and I smiled. It felt nice.