March 13, 2010
Today it was beautifully overcast. The first rains of the year washed away the last of the snow and something in the air tingled my senses. On my way to work, comments about the weather were used with the reservations of a sweet tooth who knows better. You know we'll get one more snowstorm before it's over. I watched the raindrops on the window randomly plot courses down the glass, assimilating other drops in its path as they rushed into the unknown. I wanted to be on the move myself again, I would be just one more drop.