I'm looking outside at the snow falling. It really is pretty. But the sun, traversing high in the April sky, keeps it from accumulating much on the pavement. They're playing Christmas carols on the radio this morning as a kind of joke. I imagine the whole town laughing the laugh of hate, damn snow, damn cold, it's Easter for crying out loud. I'm trying to see the beauty in it, but oh how we are all aching for spring. Crap snow's supposed to pester us all weekend.
I know the days will come when I can't even imagine there being snow on the ground, can't even fathom "chill". There will come days when I curse the heat, and huddle inside the air conditioned bedroom. And then the falling leaves, the briskness of autumn, and the first flakes will once again pierce the air above. And it will be magical.
Today though, is today. April frickin 5th. Enough! Here is what I woke up to this morning:
Oh joy, more shoveling. Feh.