. . . when I realized even I couldn't handle that kind of angst on a Friday. Thursday we had a wildly unseasonably high temperature of 69°F. The snow? She is quite gone.
Nestled underneath her cold mantle these were aching for this sunshiny day.
Nature is magical.
That case of the blues that's been building for the past few months?
It's as gone as the snow.
Just. Like. That.