And so another month has come and gone.

Normally, I’d be experiencing meloncholy at the thought of time slipping by so quickly, but then I remember that it was only February, the month that even god hates.

Bring on Spring!

Frozen sand …


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I walked along the beach today, marvelling at just how dead everything seemed in the cold grip of winter. The trees were lifeless, jutting out from the frozen, unmoving sand, where footprints that normally would be gone in a day stood still for months.

It was a soundless, windless day there, the landscape completely still in silent, yet stark beauty.

Is it spring yet?

What a difference a day can make …

Yesterday it was in the low fifties up here and now it’s back into the low thirties and the white stuff has made a comeback.

At least I got the chance to take the Fiero out and wash off all the dirt and salt that had been accumilating over the last month or so. I even had a chance to annoy the teenager who was in the carwash bay next to me, scrubbing down his little riced-out pickup truck while the latest urban street thug music rumbled out through his expensive subwoofer, vibrating the entire vehicle with every thudding note. In response, I simply rolled down all my windows and played Duran Duran hits over and over. It’s amazing how annoying “Wild Boys” on a twenty-year old stock Fiero sound system can be to the youths of today.