I Am Curious (Thirty)

January 12

It snowed today. The snow that we already had was just about gone. For the past week or so it’s been turning brown in the gutters, becoming slush, and bit by bit finding its way down the sewers. (You would almost think it was human.) So now it’s snowing, coming down in big wet sticky flakes. I sat at the window and watched it and thought how beautiful it was, and how depressing.

Why is my first reaction to everything to think how much damned trouble it will be? Why don’t I enjoy things?