It’s happened. Again. It does every year about this time. I’ve started to forget. It must be the snow or maybe it’s the cold.  

Every year about this time I get so entrenched in winter that summer seems like it was just a dream.  Some far-away fairy-tale place called Drowsy Water Ranch where the sun shines warm and bright, friends laugh and sing, and animals frolic in the green fields.  Does such a place really exist or was it just me and my wishful mind again?