Live in your world. Die in ours.

It snowed last night - snow in Kentucky in April. Go figure. The roads are clear now, but there's about a 3/8-inch accumulation of big fluffy wet flakes on everything else. Unnatural.

The sun has just finished creeping over the horizon. If I lean back in my chair just a little, it throws a red tint into the water droplets on my window. Roll back about a foot and I can see it out the corner of my office window. It's glaring at me with the impersonally virulent red of the warning lamp that says, "hey, this piece of equipment critical to your survival has just catastrophically failed."

It's a post-apocalyptic kind of day.

My muse is upon me and I must write. See y'all in a few thousand words.