Waiting for the Bus, for Spring ... Whatever

Four days into Spring, a snowstorm dumped nine inches of the sodden

 fluffy stuff on our area. For the most part, women who have just about given 

up hope of ever being able to wear their pretty floral prints, pastel ballet

flats, and petal pink lipcolor just hunkered down to tolerate another

of Mother Nature's little jokes. In black parkas, ugly Uggs,

and barren stares we all just wait for our buses 

and trudge through the slush ... one more day. 

One more day until we can wear flowers.