This is the year that Spring won’t happen or Winter won’t leave depending if you see the glass half full or half empty. (Hmm, now
that think about it, the glass in near dry.) I heard the birds chirping in the
trees around the house this past February and thought nice weather is finally
coming. Now I see a Robin on the branch outside my window wearing earmuffs and
mittens.
I suppose the delayed Spring is nature’s way of telling me
to stay inside and keep writing. So I sit here tapping the keyboard, wondering
what warm weather feels like and watching the snow falling. On to
another chapter. Maybe I’ll write a story about Spring.
In Utah spring goes on forever. One year it even snowed in July!
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