Junuary Blues.

The snow used to blanket the city. Cover it's sins and then some. A white playground that would bring progress to a halt in a short day. Flakes bigger than a fist falling from the sky at such a pace that it was hard to walk. Once the storm passed the children would climb the un-shoveled stairs to the third floor balconies and pitch themselves earthward with large smiles on their faces. Base jumping before the ubiquity of parachutes. And now in mid January we get sandy streets in case of snow and sunny days in spite of what we should be expecting.