It is spring. It is spring, spring, spring. It is blue sky and sun and a hint of green in the grass of the lawn. A dreaming of green at the very edge of consciousness. There is no frost on the windshield this morning. A tiny lace of frost on the hood of the pick-up. Downtown, the Grand River is running higher than it has been. Spring rolls in. Sure, we might have another snow storm or two yet, but it is spring! The sun on my face, warmth.
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