I live in Michigan not to far from Detroit and the part of the year has come when the sun says forget you it is fracken cold outside I am heading south. Leaving us vitamin c and d deprived Northerners with a sombre look for about 4 months. Ouch! I like making people happy, laugh (if I can finally figure out something clever to say in a conversation) and encouraged, but the winter reminds me that I am incable of changing the world, which quite frankly pisses me off sometimes. I wish we could click our heels with our ridiculous glitter red stilleto's and things like world hunger and my neighboors being shot would just go away. And I wish they would so I throw my few farthings into the collection tray going by and hope that I did all I could, which seems small. This message was not meant to be winter but the anithesis of it. If anyone ever reads my blog this is the message I want you to read. There are cheer leaders and marching bands, with my million trumpets trumping, drummers drumming, triangle players triangling. Ribbons and neon yellow paint on a black surface, bike rides, ice cream, goodness all containing, kisses, huggs, grandma, grandpa, vacation, roller coaster, swimming, friends laughter, and all good wishings to you. Sometimes it is hard to do good because we are sad or down and out. So ignore the hunched over sad man lurking in the corner of your mind like a a gray static on the tv, and love your brothers and sisters. That is all I can say, and as simplistic as loving people should be, it really is not. How many people commit suicide every day. They felt that life was not worth living because we made it that way. So we'll change.

This has been the rant of a action crazed hoper.