The forecast was predicting snow, but when I retired, it was pouring down a cold relentless pummel of water. The sound of pattering against the window glass lulled me to sleep. I was hardly prepared for the glare of white when I awoke - every tree was coated in puffy whiteness frozen in place by the icy rain.
Every little twig and branch was outlined as if some artist had purposely outlined them to emphasize their shapes. Forecasts were rife with stories of cars spun out and off the road, fender benders galore. We are expecting 1 to 3 inches today. Where on earth did spring go?
Sometimes the weather reflects my mood. I remember a freezing ice storm the night my son died. The skies were as leaden as my heart, the cold an accurate reflection of my emotional numbness. But I am not in the mood for winter at the moment. I long for sunshine and blue skies and an end of the relentless cold.
Once again I dragged my winter coat from the closet and thought briefly about scarves and mittens. I resist the impulse. I do not want to encourage winter to come back. Drew insisted on wearing shorts to school, despite my repeated demands to wear jeans. Maybe he is not so silly. If you act like its summer, perhaps summer will come.
Or not. Let us see what tomorrow brings. I just hope the tulips that are almost ready to bud don't die. I could use a few colorful blooms right now!
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