They Tell Me That The Valley Looks Good In Snow

I got a call from a friend who's in Yosemite Valley... He's enjoying the beauty of the valley in the Winter and staying with a "friend" at the Ahwanee Lodge. Lucky guy.

I've never seen the valley in snow. Perhaps one day.

What do you do when the pain of wanting something you do not have and probably will never have makes you choke up and feel like the child who hid in the closet and was never looked for?

Shel Silverstein wrote a song about that kind of regret and I don't think I could listen to it now without breaking down.

Aw well... hope is the thing with feathers...