Snow and Mrissa: my heart leaps like gazelle to see you together again

There is this thing that my brain does, where if I glance outside, my subconscious interprets things as snow when at all possible. "SNOW!" says my subconscious, and my heart leaps, and then no, it's just a funny reflection from the windows, or cottonwood drift, or something. My brain does this in July. I have been known to have this reaction on my birthday. That is how eager my subconscious is for snow. Some people look for the good in everyone. I look for the snow.

This morning there's a tiny thin scattering of snow on the ground. And I am so trained in telling it to stop leaping* that it took me a minute to realize. And then I filled with ridiculous joy all over again, even though the grass is almost all visible, even though the snow will be gone by lunch. (Edit: or maybe not, it's now snowing more!)

I need this. I need it today, I need it this year. We don't always get what we need. But this time, in a tiny way at the very least. Yes. It's a start.

*Yes, happy nerd points for those who get the ongoing reference. I mean, really, when it is not appropriate? Okay, I can think of times. But not many.

Armistice Day, observed and purchased

I just sold a story called "Armistice Day" to Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Ah, timing.

(Yes, I am a person who observes Armistice Day and honors veterans then rather than Veterans' Day, so mine was yesterday. Still and all. I'll take it.)

Edit: timprov said that since this is #91, we should get Blizzards to celebrate, since '91 was the blizzard. Sold.