I went for a ski tonight after work. An illegal one. The park was closing just as I got there, but it was bright out with all the snow, so I just went for it. Somehow, the world matched my mood. Forgive the cosmic arrogance: I matchedthe world's mood. It was so cold that the snow was nearly silent; I would be within 20 feet before the deer would notice me and slip away. It was windy and great swirls of snow would arise and disappear in the woods as I passed. It was eerie and wild and breathtaking and achingly beautiful.