It is snowing. Again. After a warm springlike weekend.
It looks like intensely sweet frosted powdered sugar outside. On the lawn. On the streets. On the sidewalks. On the hoods of cars. On the bare tree branches.
The chilled air nibbles at my skin...love bites...bites that profess the last kisses of Winter...whispering farewell...and a hesitant but brave welcome to full-fledged Spring.
Hello Spring. My, you are strange.