When we Minnesotans flung wide our curtains this mid-spring morning, here is the sight that greeted our winter-weary selves:
For, perhaps, the umpteen-thousandth time
this April
Now, if this had been a January morning, or even a March one,
I would have had a much easier time soaking in the
crisp,
shimmering,
truly stunning
beauty
of this Narnian,
White-Witch-locked,
perpetually freezing world.
But it wasn’t…
It just so wasn’t.
Still, in an effort to rise above this cruel loss of spring
(see previous post, and this one, and this one, and especially this one),
I’m doing my darndest to look for the bright side, people.
And
after noticing a sudden urge to dig out my cheap pair of dark-shaded glasses
– the ones that haven’t seen the light of day since the last time I swatted a live mosquito –
I think I may have found it.
Can I get an amen?
xo
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