Pictured back Then.

What you see is what you get, but you can seldom judge a book by it's cover.

The rain is cold. The sky is that deep shade of gray. The kind of sky that has clouds seem so low to the ground that they pick up the color of grassy fields in their under bellies. The wind is tearing across the pavement between the tightly knit neighborhood houses.

What you see is not always what you get...