Glowing blue sky without a cloud
50 degree F or so
Greeted me and the brown pitbull
yesterday
I said out loud, March third,
and it looks like Spring is springing--
Bird song was louder, and hope
was in the air

Flakes of icy precipitation with a slate sky
25 degrees
the sound of pellets against my jacket
accosted me today
It is my custom to audibly say the date
When I take the dog ou...

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