In the beginning

Large wet snowflakes tumble through the air, blissfully ignorant of the unavoidable fatality that await upon impact.

A few seem to make it and for a while, those few gleam and shine, proud as hell in their ability to dress up the otherwise bland winter landscape in crystalline white garbs.

Then, they too are gone.

It’s Monday … need I say more?

I’m at work trying to look busy while secretly chiseling away on this the first chapter of a diary which I hope will eventually morph into something worthwhile.

Question: Is a continuous Drabble a Drabble at all? Hmm...