great parody

I splashed water. On my face. I go downstairs in my robe. Headache? No. Coffee? Yes. It didn’t snow like I thought it would – it rained. Simple physics. It snows when the temperature is 32º or lower; it rains if it’s higher. Out the window the sky appears neither redemptive nor enslaving. It appears blue. The damn starlings are back, sitting stupidly on a wet power line. Go away, I think. But they don’t leave. They enjoy crapping on my car.

--david berg, the year of unrefridgerated fruit