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
Now, if this had been a January morning, or even a March one,
I would have had a much easier time soaking in the
of this Narnian,
perpetually freezing world.
But it wasn’t…
It just so wasn’t.
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?