Calling 'back home'. It's night when I call during the day. It's snowing when I've just enjoyed 25 degrees on the beach. It's busloads of sneering, staring and uppity quiet people when I'm experiencing busses with fun, polite crazies.
It's snowing today. Not the kind that leaves a white smooth sheet of beauty, but the watery slushie kind. Nevertheless, nostalgia kicks in and I wish to make/throw snowballs and perhaps even build a lantern. Snowmen's too much of a production these days.