Changing Seasons

I complained all summer long about the heat and now find myself on this first snowy day of late fall preparing my long list of complaints about the cold.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching the seasons change - from the comfort of my home office where I am in completely control of both the temperature and my proximity to the beverage of my choice. I am quite sure this defines me as both lazy and old, but hope I am wrong.

If you've read this far you are probably wondering how I am going to tie this into something interesting ( so am I!). Here is my feeble attempt.

Weather inspires me; from thunderstorms to blizzards and everything in between. Today, in fact, I can't help but look out of my office window at the fresh blanket of snow and smile at the thought of how easily I could track a fleeing victim through the open field beyond merely by the trail of blood she leaves.

I'm not sure if the snow, however, is more or less of an inspiration than the severe thunderstorm about a month ago that echoed the very foundation of my home with its base drum symphony. I couldn't help but think of what dark deeds those loud thunderclaps would cover -- agonized screams, the crunching of bones, most definitely the scratching of something from the other side of the closet door.

You see, mother nature is a bitch, but she has her uses. I'd love to hear your ideas about how weather inspires you.