I know. I know. It's all relative.
I went out for a bit yesterday and mounds of snow,
scooped to the curbs by plows, had patches
and puddles of melted water
seeping from beneath their massed bottoms.
That water froze overnight, turning my
tiny bit of the universe into a slip'n'slide.
Today's temperatures are 32 degrees colder
than average for this time in February.
My mind and body are preparing to swim
later this afternoon, but my skin is
protesting. In spite of my diligent efforts,
the dry air whisks the moisture from my skin.
It itches. It itches.
Please, winter, go away.
1 comment:
I would not expect an improvement in temperatures before the middle of March.
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