A few days ago, it was 65°F and it seemed as if paradise had been dropped in our neighborhood. But it's still March in the Midwest and we will stay below freezing now for at least a couple more days.
Spring is coming, though. I can feel it in the intensity of the sunshine. Soon the flowers will burst forth, the corn will drink in the melted snow and shove the soil aside in its search for the sun. The summer heat will consume every hint of moisture and the snow will be as distant a memory as warmth is right now. Before we know it, the husky whispers of dry stalks will signal autumn and winter will follow again.
Our perception of time is unreliable, but time is certain.
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