The morning was bleak. Fresh snow had fallen overnight in a valiant attempt to mask the crusty detritus of the New Year's Day nor'easter in a soft mantle of sparkling powder. Alas, it brought only further misery. And the hard grey skies to the west fortold of more to come.
Then, out of the semi-darkness, there appeared a glimmer of light. Pink and white light. With flowers and teacups.
Thank you, Max, for bestowing upon me this lovely award and brightening an otherwise dreary day. You're the kindest severed head I know.