The sky isn’t coming down, but changes are. Winter, my handsome guest, is leaving. Spring does eventually grow on me but green grass doesn’t beat sledding hills. This is my opinion not a fact from southern Connecticut.
My hands are slowly moving back, but the hug isn’t complete. Connecticut’s winter may last deep into March but April doesn’t take in stragglers. That eviction notice will come and the new resident Mr. Springtime will move in.
Mr. Winter will be missed but I will be a gracious neighbor. Many activities can be done in the spring. I won’t even think about snow after a while. Mr. Spring and I can form a friendship, but it won’t be closer than my winter bond.