Jan 31, 2005 00:59
The sky could not make up her mind today. Would she rain or hail? Would she do both? It was entirely too complicated. The type of precipitation wasn't as important as she had made it to be in her mind--the key was in making the cold air feel as cold as possible by sneaking wetness into the collars of jackets and past the hems of pants into shoes. She was good at her job, but it still filled her with anxiety.