to write about the snow. I’m not going to talk about the snow. I’m not going to complain about the snow. I shall sit here and contemplate it

It is falling. It is falling fast. It is falling thickly.

It has started to blow.       No it hasn’t.

There is no reason to talk about the weather. It is very boring. It is particularly boring here as it is snowing. Now it is medium size flakes. Soon it will be tiny, eensy, beensy flakes that you can only see when the streetlight outside my living room is burning. In the dark. It is not dark now. I shall relieve my boredom by going to the weather channel on my computer…again…and reading the latest estimate of the amount of snow we will get. Did I tell you it is snowing here?

Soon I will write about something different.   Soon.