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Feb. 18th, 2004 06:42 pmOn the vein of something that
kitchenwitch wrote: I had a moment of seeing spring in full bloom today. In early fall, I will sometimes get a horrific vision of the middle of winter: the cold, cold, cold (so cold but my feet sweating in the cold), the vast fields of white snow, the gray skies. Well today, I had a moment of seeing spring for just a second. Squishy ground, temperamental wind, and the feeling in your brain that you know the sun is higher. I didn't smell spring, though. That's too much to ask for. I can't get cocky, because I'm expecting to be in full "I am finally sick and tired of winter" mode any day. My hatred for winter is actually about a week late, and I'm curious about that.