Okay – I’m looking outside now at a bright, glorious sun. The little piles of snow that clung to the flagstone this morning are gone, leaving behind
only a dark spot. The skies are blue. The trees, like skinny soldiers, stand still, tattered leaf rags clinging to their branches. Out front, the daffodil buds remain tightly closed. They
are asking the same question I am. Is it Spring? Is it safe to come out?
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