“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?” ― John B. Tabb
We are frozen here in middle Tennessee. Negativity brings black snow ya know.
Grandson Elijah’s Vision Basketball game today—lots of interesting shapes, shadows and colors in the negative with the sun shining through the gym windows and reflecting off the shiny wood floor. He played a double header. Unfortunately, his team came out in the negative column in both games.
In your closet. Don't leave the door cracked open. Especially at night. They're capable of anything....especially the one with the price tag. It's got nothing to lose.