i don't know what it is about late night walks home that make me completely loopy.

tonight, the increasingly familiar jaunt back from katylyn's found me ankle-deep in snow in queen's park, throwing snowballs at a tree before running away and giggling madly to myself.

i was in the middle of yelling "you can't get me!" when i noticed the park wasn't as deserted as it usually is, and no degree of crazy was enough for me to not immediately flush red with embarrassment.

i did manage a wave, though.