It's another of those coldly crisp but clear days. The snowfall yesterday was beautiful, even in these dreary gray surroundings, but the ravenous whip of the wind makes that beauty hard to view. Kinda like my life, maybe everyone's life if it comes to that.. It's difficult to appreciate much with the wind stealing tears from the corner of your eyes.

Out of synch and always running against the clock, it really is no wonder that exhaustion and stress turn my mood to exceedingly cranky... and when those who are supposed to understand you best, simply don't, it only escalates. No poetry today.. only bitterness and a pervading sense of doom and imminent failure. Still.. it's good to be alive, in the space where change and improvement are always possible. Please sir, can I have another?
If I can't have a new life, I guess I'd better get back to the one I'm currently working on.