The Winds of Winter
The day outside is bright, cheerful. The air is crisp with the taste of dew and moist wood, the smells of spring. The breeze is light and gentle, tugging playfully and the hair of busy passersby. The wind was cold just yesterday, a freezing draft that pierced the heart with it's icy cold. Yet it's frosty grip has weakened and passed, giving way to the glorious morn of today. The deep drifts of snow that pile the sidewalk slowly melt, leaving large wet puddles everywhere, the footprints of the leaving winter. I look out to the great blue sky, the ever-stretching yonder, and wave slowly at it's retreat... a smile on my face.
So said Aerasio at 16:02
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The memories of March.
It seems that El Nino and global warming has pushed ahead the months of winter - it's become regular expect that it will not snow until after Christmas and that you will have snowstorms in April (here on the East Coast anyway).
It just snowed here.
But I remember, before El Nino, when it rained in March and melted the snow like normal, of playing in the woodchips in Cape Elizabeth elementary school. We would dig in the dirt and make dams and canals to guide slowly melting trails into a gushing current. It was like a grand project that the myriad numbers of us would work on spontaneously, at different ends of the playground.
We'd return the next day to find that the the dams had collapsed overnight from collapsing from the erosive forces of the water. Hands-on physics.
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