flights of imagination

This morning while waiting for the bus, I watched a very large jet plane heading off somewhere. Because of how high up the plane was, it appeared to be the same size as the flock of seagulls that happened to all be diverging from the path the plane was taking at the time I looked up. My brain went "aww, look, the plane wants to play with the seagulls." Which, of course, it doesn't, because birds and jet engines really shouldn't be anywhere near each other. But it amused me nonetheless.

I have hopes for this weekend, because it's supposed to be snow-melting weather both days and no water in any form is supposed to fall out of the sky on Sunday. It snowed last Sunday, and the Sunday before that it rained ice, and I think it rained rain the Sunday before that. I feel like doing something silly this weekend, but I don't know yet what the definition of silly is in this case.