Bright, bright day to blind the eyes, the snow reflecting back every molecule the sun spews forth in its lengthy speech. Of course, the sun has a captive audience and can say whatever it likes, all the planets must spin quietly around the giant fireball and accept whatever is sent to them.
I wonder if Pluto is resentful of Mercury’s hot life, Mercury has designs to join the asteroids, taste what it thinks is freedom. Does Earth want decorative rings, Jupiter or Neptune to lose some weight? Mars most likely wants the peace and quiet of Uranus, and Venus, oh you beauty, don’t you just wish you could frolic with Saturn?
I suspect that you suspect the blinding snow has damaged some — all right, a lot — of brain cells with all this ranting and anthropomorphizing of planets, but no, that’s entirely wrong. It’s the cabin fever that does it.
Hey, did you know that we’re a few days away from hearing the groundhog’s predictions for spring? Early? Late? Pray for clouds on Wednesday morning, wherever you are, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. The snow does lay its beautiful veil across the land, but enough is enough. At least it remains white where I live. Even the roads don’t take on that sooty big–town look and feel.