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Tony has taken the kids to school. I’m in my robe, on the couch, coffee in hand. The sky is gray and misty. Everything is wet from a night of rain. Birds call from tree to tree, across the neighborhood. The cats sit at the window, watching for them.
There is moss on the trees. Green thrusts of spring bulbs solid amidst the decayed leaves of last year’s gardens. It will be an early spring. The groundhog did not see his shadow.