White stuff and new beginnings
The morning train is always quieter than the return trip home. People are still waking up—or catching a few more zzz's (I can hear the guy across the aisle softly snoring). Most people have books open, Kindles, iPads, or smart phones. I use this time to catch up on my e-mail, check my calendar, and plan out my day.
A few minutes ago, I glanced up from my laptop as we were leaving Kent and was shocked to see white. At first I thought it was just a really intense frost on the ground, but it turned out to be a light trace of snow. I don't know why this surprised me. It was 20 degrees at home when I woke up. I guess, in the four years I've lived southwest of Olympia, I've gotten used to being the first in the Puget Sound area to get snow—or at least to get more snow than the surrounding areas.
I'm still excited about the ability to review my manuscript on my Kindle (read yesterday's post) and I've already thought up a new opening to the first chapter. Something like "JR was dreaming about Heather when the miracle occurred."
Gives you something to look forward to. ^MD
