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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