Natural Rhythms.

What is it about a snowy night that makes me restless? What could I possibly be missing? There's nothing happening out there. I feel a twinge of anxiousness, of anticipation.

A part of me would love to go stomping around out in the snow, but that would be frivolous. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I'm thinking I don't have anything to do tomorrow. There'll be a nice snow cover to play some tackle football with my friends from the block. We'd be fantastically soaked and cold by the end... but that would have been our choice.

Sigh.

Work needs to be attended to tomorrow (nay today). I'll sleep soon, one ear pricked for the crack of bumper-on-bumper. Brooklyn people drive like idiots.