I was sitting here in front of the fire a minute ago. The blinds were still shut but I could hear a robin singing outside the window. My wife came by and opened the blinds and commented that it was snowing.
I looked up and sure enough, couple inches of snow on the ground and still coming down hard, and there's that Robin sittin in our bare-limbed maple tree screeching his little heart out! Go Figure!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting 'Holy Shit! What a ride!'" ~Hunter S. Thompson