Snow falls on all, all fall on snow...

The dishes I last Sunday still hasn't washed from mom's scolding was notable.

And apparently there's something in the mother's word is power of some sort, or a suggestion, don't know...

Out on the street today and I tripped. And the snow is still dirty with water like this.

Ooh, now wash jeans and a jacket. I'd rather wash the dishes.

But the snow is not melting.

Long live the "spring"!