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I awoke to the sound of street cleaners.
An hour later I took inventory of all the things a large snow-pile on a small patio can harbour. The mornings thaw revealed what I can only describe as entrails of a winter that started out sweet and white, but turned harsh and grey, leaving me yearning for the warm winds of change that only spring can grace us with.
I could smell it in the air, the cleansing air of her re-birth. Soon she'll wake and grow and bloom. Soon I'll feel her sisters cool baths washing over me. Soon I'll bask in the rays of her ancient lover.
Then before the afternoon had barely begun, the clouds rolled in and the warm wind turned chill.
At least I got a taste, a reminder to the faithful, of all that she has to give us, and will, very...soon :)
An hour later I took inventory of all the things a large snow-pile on a small patio can harbour. The mornings thaw revealed what I can only describe as entrails of a winter that started out sweet and white, but turned harsh and grey, leaving me yearning for the warm winds of change that only spring can grace us with.
I could smell it in the air, the cleansing air of her re-birth. Soon she'll wake and grow and bloom. Soon I'll feel her sisters cool baths washing over me. Soon I'll bask in the rays of her ancient lover.
Then before the afternoon had barely begun, the clouds rolled in and the warm wind turned chill.
At least I got a taste, a reminder to the faithful, of all that she has to give us, and will, very...soon :)