There were moments last week where I felt spring. I thought this March would be a lamb, but the bitter cold wind came back, and the snow returned.
Late last night as I was making a cup of tea, I looked out the window at the falling snow and realized that though I'd been hoping the last snow had been long gone, it was kind of nice to see it one more (I hope) time.
At the same time, there was something desolate about it.
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