every time we get a heavy rain, they make sure there are enough recyling bins (presumably heisted from vacant cubes) out on the atrium to catch the drip-water from the leaking roof.
yep, it’s these little gestures that show they care and that remind me i work for a fortune 100 company.
free ice cream!
whadya mean it’s snow?
particularly your dumping of tons of snow in arizona (and yes, i know it’s northern arizona, mountainous and thus snowy, but still…arizona!) but hitting CT with near record warmth and a bunch of rain. it should not be anywhere near 60° in january. ever.
UPDATE:
seems the weather gods were moderately pleased with my sacrifice. alas, i am out of goats.
since it is actually not raining today, other methods of getting wet are required.
hooray! i love snow. getting 1-2 inches today. not much, but not bad for the time of year and location. regardless, it makes me happy.
and so, in order to mark the occassion, one from the vaults:
First Snow
Even when you expect it, it’s still a surprise.
Snow clouds never hold the same warning pain
as storms that make the summer skies cry.
Walking through memories in Central Park.
The growing wind unwinds your scarf;
my fingertips graze your neck as I wrap it again.
We kissed on that bench, under that tree
and everywhere between. A spring day,
the first our hands met.
Fresh snowflakes land in your lowered lashes.
You stick out your tongue with childish delight
to catch another, your lips still warm
as a spring day past.