The sunshine was brilliant out the front window of my Greg Room this morning. A light dusting of fresh snow on my car, the mail box, and the streets, made the world look clean and pure and incredibly white. Gentle wisps of wind occasionally blew glistening snowflakes from tree branches to the ground, and each falling snowflake had its own distinct sparkle — as if it was generated in the wake of Tinkerbell’s magic wand.
The supernatural beauty of my world continued when I rode my bike. The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong was as giddy as Alladin’s magic carpet.
And the two love birds on a wire seen in the title picture were every bit as cute as any of the bluebirds flitting about in numerous Disney films.
Yet, like any great Disney movie plot, there was a villain who was bent on destroying this tranquil wonderland. In this case, it was the doom-and-gloom weatherman, Storm Chaser Greg . . . and his equally evil minion, G-2.
As always, there was a happy ending in this Disney adventure. I rode my bike without having to take any more pictures and without those alter-ego nuisances G-2 and Storm Chaser Greg. When I got back home to The Feeshko, I felt the strange urge to make a spaghetti dinner.