FOR TIM! Because I don't know if he has comments emailed to him ;)
My life is like a forecast for a chance of snow. The unknown with so many possible emotions. The happiness at the chance for snow days and sleigh riding; the beauty of the landscape and the joy of cocoa by a warm fire. The fear of bad traffic, missing work and running out of milk. Ultimately all you end up with is an eyesore of slush, the let down of the possibilities and feeling cold from the inside out. Someday I hope to be warm by the fire, seeing the beauty of the world, and enjoying life; for now I am just the disappointed forecast with a slight contentness that I didn't run out of milk.