in_the_winter_sky mcdougall You said the stars stopped shining, I said you stopped looking. Here I am again in my big open field watching the sky. Tonight it’s crying, and as I ask it what went wrong I begin to lose control. Sure, it’s cold but that’s not why I’m shaking. Tonight I taste the salty raindrops rolling down my cheeks, hydroplaning around my nose into my thirsty mouth, longing to hide the obvious. Where was I when I heard that the life we live is the life we make and earn? 031117 ... guitar_freak The wind cuts through to my skin. The rain soaks my clothes and makes me look at the ground in front of my bike. It is cold and I just want to get over the hill to my building. I decide to look toward the stars, but they are hidden by the rain, snow, and clouds. The streetlights reveal what beauty is falling tonight. Tomorrow I will be grateful for how the winter sky tortured my body. Every branch and twig will have a beautiful coat of ice that sparkles in the morning sun. Every footstep will crunch on the ice covered snow. The air will be fresh and welcoming. It is one of the only things that can bring a smile to my face at 730am in the winter sky I see all the beauty that tomorrow brings. 031209 ... mcdougall The sun's starting to set on my wintry sky, and it's still ice cold. With the view from my field I can't predict warm weather coming anytime soon, and it's looking like rain again. Hopefully by spring everything will have returned to normality or more normal than it has been this winter. 040302 ... monee when i get some white paint i will paint the winter sky 041218 what's it to you? who go blather from