While riding home in a cab last night, skirting past the beaches along Lake Michigan, this thought occurred to me.Snow doesn't look quite right on sand.
It almost looks like God got distracted while in the middle of that whole weather thing and mixed up his elements. As if he was busy with other tasks, and just forgot where he was. Might've even left the room for a bit only to return with a confused look on his face, and no idea where to start again. Kindof like when I burn the macaroni.
I know, I know, he's omniscient and shouldn't have these problems, but let's give the guy a break.
Now, if only the sand here (in January) felt as warm as sand is clearly, certainly, heavenly-dictated to feel between your toes...
Right before the hypothermia kicks in.
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