The unending winter.

The unending winter. Just when you thought it was over, it's back. And not just a little bit, big-toe-still-in-the-door back. Back back. Or at least that's how it would seem. Where does all the snow even come from? I remember studying the water system once in homeschool, and from that understand that all forms of precipitation start as water held in the clouds. And the clouds get the water from oceans and water sources on the ground. If this is so, though, how can we simultaneously have both an abundance of snow and floods? Clouds and lakes can't gain at once-- one has to be giving up at least some of the water. Somewhere, there must be some pretty bad droughts. Or maybe I have a terribly warped view of water to begin with. Water is finite, right? There is a limited amount of water, although it isn't something we worry about, because water technically never really goes away. You can drink it up, but you'll just pee it back out. You can evaporate it, but it isn't actually gone, just absorbed into the air. At least, that's what I'd always thought.

Customers tonight were complaining nonstop about the snow, but it amused me. Snow like this, all light and fluffy and perfectly unaware of its slim chances of making it till tomorrow, is inspiring. It's a good-natured snow, and I'll enjoy it as long as it holds out.