snow at work

elle is right: trains make you grumpy. maybe its the constant motion, the fact that you are stationary and everything is wizzing by can make you feel like you are in a timeless vacuum. so there i was, letting a depressed mood wash over me and suffocate me, and then i looked out the window at leura and pulled a smile out of my back pocket and whacked it obscurely on my head like a Mr Potatohead: SNOW!! Last night roses' husband / pet gave me a lift to the station. going up katoomba street, there was thick sleet piling really thick underneath the windscreen wipers, and it was thick enough on the road to see the tyre tracks.