It's snowing today. The first flakes began to fall a few minutes ago. They give a reason for the sky to wear brittle, steely gray. Jimmy may go to Al's funeral; I couldn't. Maybe snowflakes are a quiet reminder of the impermanence of life; they float, they fall, a perfect shape among countless other beautiful shapes unnoticed, remain a short time, and melt away just as we eventually will. Mama always said February is a long month; shorter of days and longer of time. The money never reaches, the bills from last year accumulate, the cold comes, and we close ourselves indoors. So its snowing and the winds build and time will come so slowly, too quickly gone. Our days float down in silence, soon will melt away, and soon be gone.