Most of the time, I get swallowed whole by the day. It's not sad. It's just the way it is. You get pulled left and right, needed and ordered around. You're stuck putting out and starting fires, just trying to make it to dinnertime, or a socially acceptable time to crack into that first beer. It's not about the drink, but more the need to just feel the tension ease back some. It's oh so comforting to see that fucking sun go down some days, knowing that these are the hours that you work for -- the ones where you're not being counted on, where you don't have to be anywhere, doing anything that you don't want or are required to do. Your obligations have ironed themselves out and you can check out for a little while. Our old friends Snowblink help us with these kinds of days, easing us out of the doldrums and the clenched teeth, held tongues that we have packed into our mouths most days. They open up the windows and let the night air tumble on in, with a familiar gait and a welcome kiss. They make you fully aware that so much of what you worry about -- those trifling little problems -- are just trivial. They can be swiftly scared away. Give yourself a chance and you can feel the hills, the bracken and the fires swim back into your veins. You can feel yourself becoming more like the old, morning you that got too easily trashed and manipulated throughout the day.