I hate snow.
Today I worked the full two shifts, six of the am to ten of the pm. Most of these hours spent on my lonesome in a playground with shovel and salt, my sole soul mates.
People who crossed my path either complained about the weather or suggested that I'd consumed more than the calories allocated to me for the day. I wasn't really sure how to take that...
Today has been a day of odd, strange, clouds in different skies. Before the sun was up the clouds were puce limed gold on a royal blue cushion; as I walked home the same but different clouds hung under the the darkest of star-flecked black-firmament.
I hate clouds
