But the year is almost over (and perhaps the world too, if you're into that sort of thing) and I can't keep this nagging feeling of optimism from creeping up on me and pushing away a little of the gloom. New beginnings always leave me with a sense of good things to come. Whether or not they actually do come is always a crap shoot.
Perhaps things will be looking up soon. Perhaps not. All I know is that there is finally a good, solid blanket of snow on the ground. And this never fails to please me.
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