I wish that I could write you a happy story, a fond remembrance from childhood. I have plenty of those left to recount. But today, I am just sad. It is not a rational sadness with which I tussle -- on the cosmic scale, I have no reason to be sad. Yet it's the little things that disappoint, and sting, and deflate, and demoralize, isn't it?

I have little doubt that some sleep -- a lot of sleep -- will help me recover a sense of normalcy. And after I awake to a newer world, maybe then will I regale you with tales of snow, love, and simple wonder.