I went looking for spring today, but winter was the only one willing to show up. The dried leaves swirled around as though in a final dance. The sun played hide and seek with the clouds, so its potential warmth didn’t reach me, disappearing more than out in the open....
Okay, maybe I lied, maybe springs not busting out all over, but instead, just peeping its head out. Which is good, since I’m reading a book about wintering. It would seem contrary to talk about wintering if spring was gloriously erupting around me. The book I’ve been...