White

It's finally christmas.





Snow is cold. It's a magical thing to see entire pristine fields of snow. It's slightly worrying to see the path disappearing slowly and knowing that it might be hard to tell if not for the people walking on it. It's a bad thing when it gets down your neck. And while it may sometimes look a bit like foam, running your hands through it is just a very bad idea.

Also, people with bigger hands and bigger gloves seem to somehow be able to pack snowballs infinitely faster.

I await the morrow.

Aside:
I'm much better now, thanks. =) I've put it down to the problem of the dryness of flying. Just plaine air-sickness, i figure.

And further proof that some people have too much time:The economics of flatulence