The Beatifull snow

When all is said and all has come undone,
before the sun, the moon and stars grow dark,
before the ddays of youth are spent in veign,
before the dust reclaims its own again.

Breith on me
Breith oh breath of God

- The NewsBoys -

There has been plenty of things that have gone on the last week.

One is that right now my mp3 player is stuck on and I fear that if I hit that reclusive reset button it will erase everything on it, including the voise memoes that i havn't moved to my laptop. The manuak gives no clues.

On Friday... well, let me try to paint a picture with words. It was a house, set back from the road, and surounded by tall pine trees, in the foothils of the Colorado Rockies. It was a quaint little place, a combanation of log wood siding, and stone. The serien scenes faint noises were even farther dampened by a blanket of snow. Large flakees floated to the ground in a peacefull manual. The house, by all appearant reasons, had been empty for a while. A heard of deer, aproximately 10 to 15 in size, nibled on what stuck above the snow, or bark on trees. A screach broke the peace, the deer looked up, but did not run. This new intrussion was that of a gutter instalattion mans drill, as it cut its way through the stone wall so as to attache a downspout. All the while he wished for a camera. Oh to capturing the moment with film , instead of interupting it. Such is life.

This snow was one of winters attempts to hold off summer.

On Thursday work was cut short in the middle of the day due to the ferotiousness of the weather.

I signed on for a part time position... wish I could explain it, but I can't. If you want, shoot me an email, you can come SEE it in action. Pretty neat to do.

By the way, my mp3 player woke up.

I decided that if at all possible I will try to make it to boston and NY city next weekend.

I get to take a beautifull puppy up to a new owner tomarow, but it will brobably mean I miss church.

Sleaping in fealt so good this morning! Morgans socker game was a flat out succes. 7 to 0, or something like that. Of course at that age it isn't very competitive.

There's a light at the end of this tunnel,
Shining bright at the end of this tunnel
for you, for you

- Third Day -

Well, I gotta go. Talk later all!

Matt Meek