Today the sky is the color of ashes. it's gone from a flat gray to the mishmashing of
every gray color imaginable. It's the kind of sky I like - it hints at weather that may or may
not come. Even though our temperature is hovering around 52, there is some excitement around here because of the possibility of some winter weather this weekend. We often get
a little winter precip shortly after Christmas, which makes us constantly comment on
the kind of Christmas we could of had, "if only...".I'm hopeful for the fun of being snowed
in with nothing but some yarn and a little loom. Seriously, it's the thing (my) dreams are made of.