Snow Day

It's snowing outside. The flakes flutter to the ground, only to land on concrete just warm enough to melt the delicate formations. School starts this week. I'm looking forward to this new experience, meeting new people, and more learning. Every day here brings something new.

I'm reading "Breakfast of Champions" and thinking of creating. I've been playing with Photoshop, learning new techniques and experimenting with ideas in a digital medium. I also read a really good passage by Vonnegut today which goes like this:
"

There was a message written in pencil on the tiles by the roller towel. This was it:
"What is the purpose of life?"
Trout (Vonnegut's estranged main character) plundered his pockets for a pen or pencil. He had an answer to the question. But he had nothing to write with, not even a burnt match. So he left the question unanswered, but here is what he would have written, if he had found anything to write with:

To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.

"

Play at being the eyes and ears and conscience.