Snowflakes Keep Falling on My Head

Just checking in here.

So, last night I wet to the gym and went back to our headquarters for a little late work. It was a crappy, rainy, soggy night.

When I left for my shack a couple of hours later, I stepped outside and it was a different world. The rain had turned to giant, fat snowflakes that had fallen hard for, apparently, the entire time I was inside. Everywhere, everything was covered in an inch of gleaming snow.

Muddy roads, wooden shacks, dirty humvees were instantly softened and brightened. The reflected light off the snow made the night bright as dawn. The night was quiet.

It was shockingly, unforgettably, fleetingly beautiful.