April is drawing to a close. It’s been a busy month. Spring is finally getting underway, Orion the hunter is beginning to dip below the horizon, the buds are finally coming out and the grass is turning green. The cold weather is almost forgotten.
Yet just the other day, I ran into Winter. I was at the doctor’s for a checkup. Walking back to my car, I looked up and there he was. At first, I didn’t even recognize him . He didn’t look to well. After tormenting the Northeast with record setting snow falls and gale-force winds for three months, he didn’t look like the fearsome force of nature he used to be.
He was reduced to a dirty pile of snow, tucked in a corner near a parking garage. A forlorn shadowy spot upon which the sun rarely, if ever shone. Getting smaller by the day but still hanging on in mid-April.
I felt sorry for him and, for good luck or some other reason unclear even to me, I went over and touched that forlorn, harmless pile of snow.
With spring just starting, it was hard to believe that in six-months Old Man Winter would be back and we’d commence our yearly struggle yet again.
Best to forget all about that, he’ll be back soon enough.
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