It’s snowing. Funny how that happens every year and yet…wow. It’s snowing.

Last year, when the same thing happened, I wrote:

The first snowfall of the season

is a wet and messy affair, shortlived,

of little consequence,

and interrupted quickly by the sun.

There is little evidence to suggest a repeat performance.

And yet, for those few moments, we are like children again,

gawking at windows, amazed it is this cold,

anxious and afraid for the winter we know is coming.

We have had no warning,

and we are not dressed warmly enough for this.

Wow.

Another e-mail from BookCrossing. I wish I could bring myself to care. It sounded like a neat idea when I first heard of it — I mean, I want to be part of collaborative projects, even if it’s something as simple as sharing mix-tapes (which I never get an opportunity to do) — but nothing seems to have come of this particular one. I just ended up losing a couple of books I now wish I had held onto. If anyone picked them up, they didn’t log on to let me know or share a review. I’m not exactly tempted to part with other books just so the same thing can happen again.