Why is it that winter seems to be the only season that lingers? Summer tends to end abruptly, so does fall...and spring...well, it gets muddled with its predecessor.
But when it does come, it comes at full speed. Short, and sweet. And I can't wait for that to happen here.
Although, I do admit that I don't mind how the snow is making the still bare branches all dressed up and clean-looking again.
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