Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy White Easter


I love snow. I wait for it all through December, January and February.
By March I want spring flowers. I want to feel that summer's on its way.
Still, it's a pretty sight, though it's already melting by a quarter to eleven and the road outside is just car tracks through the slush.
I should have jumped out of my warm bed and gone for a brisk walk in the virgin whiteness, but I didn't.

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