A Question

A rhetorical question:

Isn't there just a little bit of ground hog in each of us? You know, the way winter makes you feel like you've been underground, all wrapped up in your woolies hibernating.

And you can't wait to pop your head up mid-season in hopes that there will sun. And if there is, you turn your noggin up towards the sun's rays, squint your eyes and go mmmmmmm......

But wait, is that my shadow? 6 more dadgum weeks of winter?






So what, who cares. I'm diggin' the moment.

Greetings from the trail.