2-13-08 February in a Nutshell

Last night/this morning's downpour disintegrated the meager snow we got yesterday, leaving the gutters and sidewalks grey and filthy and moist. I came into work late in an effort to somewhat allieviate the diesel engine I seem to be carrying around in my chest, and so managed to miss most of the slush. Unfamiliar sounds and burblings rise within me, and my inner workings seem noisy and strange. The world outside is wet and dirty, and my insides are wet and dirty, and I find myself thinking constantly of spring.