More snow. It started earlier as a type of snowy drizzle, then became more intense, a proto-snowstorm. All the variations in snowfall are fascinating, something that really doesn't exist in Texas, or at least not on a perceptible scale, since it almost never snows there.

Last night I had another series of bizarre dreams. I didn't write them down when I woke up, so they've flitted back into the void, and only their ghostly echo remains, a gauzy play of shadows, a fretwork of evanescent emotions. Sometimes I wonder if dreams are the true lifenode, connecting the body with Something Other.