When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old. -Lady Bird Johnson

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Snowflakes against black, each one created to be unique and transient. Look closely to glimpse the tiny miracle before it melts to water the earth...out of darkness a tiny sparkle of light. -CS

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The ultimate depression test! Lady Bird Johnson reflects my thoughts succinctly. A light dusting of snow covered the ground this morning. Haley ran outside to gather a handful of perfect moist snowball making snow and ran to my room to pelt me with her prize. I asked her to open my blinds to see the snow. I am usually so excited to see snow and would get out of bed fast to throw the first snowball. Sad to say that I did not really even care. I tried to conjure up some internal excitement, but it wasn't there. I tried to fake it by getting into my chair and gathering a small snowball to wake Haley from her short return to sleep before work. My aim was too good. I managed to hurl the snowball directly into her face and she didn't laugh. Oh, well I tried to do what I could to cover up my sadness. I cannot seem to motivate myself to get anything started or accomplished. So much to be done that a starting point eludes me...