Snowflakes have been falling for hours, but none of them stick. The landscape remains merely wet, and the night air doesn't even feel as cold as the afternoon did. This bout of precipitation might yet turn to snow, but rain seems more likely at this elevation. The birds seemed undisturbed by the damp today, and dozens of them happily chirped and pecked the lawn while the white flakes settled and vanished about them. I'd have joined the birds, but I didn't feel like eating worms even though nobody loves me, everybody hates me.