A La-dee-da Day

Today was somewhat of a wash.
Woke up at 11am, and in the process, missed my one, only, and last-of-the-semester class of the day, phooey.
Followed closely by an always-grueling 3ish-hour commute back home, because of a job interview tomorrow.
I'm rather happy that there's snow outside, as well as forecast for the coming week. It's a very light layer outside, with just a bit of wind, which translates to my kind of Walking in a Winter Wonderland. I would like to draw that kind of distinction - walking in winter is nice, but at the same time, I don't exactly have a fancy shmancy good-looking pair of winter shoes/boots that I wouldn't want to be coated and ruined in road salt. Indeed, walking in either a Winter/Autumn wonderland (what would the latter consist of? would that kind of imagery involve walking on a leaves of brown, yellow, orange, all crunching under your feet? and certainly there wouldn't be a Spring version. becaues when I think of Spring-walking, there's usually a lot of rain and a lot of mud, which obliges you to wear those magificent monocolour rainboots. my friend actually has a silver pair of those boots; because, predictably, all of the ever-popular-throughout-the-history-of-not-only-bootmaking-history-but-time-itself YELLOW ones were sold out. And summer walking? well that's obviously for bare feet.) would be something pretty special.

For the sake of archiving some old poems (and to give more ammunition for public ridicule from you all, the readers), here is:

The Powdered Snow I Know is Cotton Balls
The powdered snow I know is cotton balls.
Choir boys pass door-to-door outside, singing Deck the Hallss
Busy mothers, fathers, children, crowd and overstuff the malls
How soon we miss the colour changes of the leaves of Autumn, Fall;
Or, at least, I do.
When green turns yellow, orange, red and brown (but not a hint of blue).
Brisk strolls along sidewalk paths, winding down through public parks
Having the sun set so much sooner, daytime stolen by the dark
Shut your eyes when you walk outside, treat softely with your feet
Soft crackling, crispy, crunching leaves; potato chips between your teeth.