Thanks Kittens, I'm a Country Boy.

Life Day

Instead of waking to her alarm, she woke to the voice of Don Paul giving a lake effect snow advisory for Erie, Gennesse, and Monroe Counties. SHe rolled over with a moan of tiredness. A thought of hope entered her dizzy morning brain that maybe her classes would be cancelled. With this thought, she sprang from her bed, pausing at her window to gaze at the two feet of snow that had accumulated overnight. She had a love-hate relationship with the Snow Belt. How could something so pretty, so delicate while falling through the lights on Elmwood turn into such a trecherous monster that lay upon her car she thought as the passing plow proceeded to block in her driveyway. Perfect, she murmured to herself and walked toward the kitchen.

The last few drops filtered into the pot, calling her name. She grabbed her favorite Bills mug, the one that always reminded her of her Grandpa on Sunday game days and his deep seeded hate for the Miami Dolphines and filled it with hot coffee. She then heard the oh so familiar bang coming from the street below her second story apartment. She went to the window to confirm her thought and sat to watch car after car drive directly into the eight inch pothole in the middle of the road. It had become a morning ritual almost, a guilty pleasure of sorts. A minor giggle escaped her mouth. She turned on her heels and headed to the bathroom. She stared at her reflection a while as she listened to the cursh-cursh of the toothbrush against her teeth. She wondered back to in front of the television, toothbrush still attached to her gums just in time to see the crawl along the bottom of the screen read: ALL ERIE COMMUNITY COLLEGE CLASSES AND ACTIVITIES CANCELLED. She looked blankly at the screen for a few moments, blinked, and returned to the bathroom. Spit. Rinse.Repeat? She was awake now,but
what to do? As she gazed at the pile of clothes on the floor which she mentally labeled the "clean" pile then turned away. She glanced at the stack of books and papers on the kitchen table then turned away. She refilled her cup, and sat herself at the window looking over the road from her second story apartment.



**The picture is actually a picture of Elmwood in Buffalo**