You know those days when you can hear the snow?  When the clouds are so close against the mountain they engulf you?  You know those days when you eat an entire box of macaroni and cheese, extra-cheesy, and then sit on your bed listening to the "Finding Nemon" soundtrack, not sure if you're ready yet to delve into the covers, but you know some part of you begs you too?

You know those days when you want to walk out and up and find yourself in white cold, in a pea coat and scarf and dreaming big thoughts.  You know those days when victory is choosing exactly what you know you should? Those days.