i look out my window here in newburyport and i see white..... white. white. white. i'm happy to report the snow drifts have reduced in size compliments of the noon day sun. the sky is a perfect shade of blue. if i squint ever so slightly and pretend i could almost be in a scene from mama mia. perfect blue + white. but alas, the reality of winter hits me square in the face as i slip on the ice getting into my car. last week us new englanders dared to leave the house without our coats on some even wearing flip flops. we're tough here in the northeast. give us a 50 degree day and sunshine and we can rule the world. i almost feel sorry for old man winter. he really never gets a chance to be our friend. we are always so happy for that first snowstorm, but after the 4th and 5th one we're done. finis. get out of here old man. we don't want you anymore. arrivederchi. au revoir. see ya. poor guy. it's only february and according to the calendar we have exactly 26 more days until spring. so winter. this one's for you.
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
[winter brought to you by the fabulous TML readers]