Soul searching while living on planet Earth: March 2013

As night goes deeper into darkness, snow and wind drift and pile on to the streets. What now? I can't rest knowing that I have devoured all the words written by news of that city. Each page fill with thousands of words, poetry, ubiquitous statements; How will I go on to read all of it in the short time I have today? I will not. You marvelous piece of work, how you entertain thou. As I turned every page to see the ads, the artwork, the photos, the interesting articles of life;