Sunday, November 22, 2015

November 23


A gentle front came overnight, bringing a warming rain that ended sometime before daybreak.

In the darkness of the predawn, it was strangely Earthy smelling  where the wispy breeze from across the road carried the scent of the turned fields and wet asphalt. For a moment, it was easy to imagine that spring was arriving, with its signs of renewal close at hand.

This is fleeting, we know, and the forecast is for an arctic blast to race in on the heels of this respite, re-freezing the ground more deeply perhaps, to the point that no ephemeral thaw can overturn.

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