Seventeenth Post / Going Home

I was sitting on the third floor of the library, brushing up on my Tolstoy and watching today's magnificent snowfall, when I realized that I must return home this Winter. Upon tasting the opportunities at my command, I quickly lost sight of that which has always been my inspiration.

I will redouble my efforts and catch the first plane out on the 23rd.

Snow is such a beautiful thing, yes? Had I a mind for it, I'd learn every language in the world just so I could wax poetic about snow.

-Vlad