When it returns, I turn off my computer, take a healthy swig and catch a glimpse of the passing landscape. It is soggy out there. Not good news for the grape harvest. The report of continued downpours must have farmers rushing to pull their fruit. What might be a bad year for grapes has part of me smiling though. The chill in the air tells me this same storm is dumping white gold at the Mountain. I'll be skiing in no time; maybe I do know where I'm going after all.
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