And some got under my toes and froze to my sandal. And what the heck! It snowed! I don’t want anymore snow. Really, till next October. October would be nice. Then it could snow to February and I would be happy. But it won’t. I will never be happy until I can go swimming one day and snowboarding the next, and then swimming the day after that.
Edit: Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code. What the heck does that mean? Tell me what you think.
And remember, a picture is a playground for the eyes to explore, so provide a path of movement, and some space for the eye to rest.