25 Today is awash in cirrus clouds, pale blue sky peeping shyly from between the delicate cover. Birds flutter to and fro, building nests and squabbling with the neighbors.
Squirrels are everywhere, digging up the remnants of the winter's hoard.
The breeze is mild and playful, flirting with my hair as I sit on the back steps and frown. Well, that's what's wrong. It's winter still. I know it's winter still. My calendar has a photo of snow on it.