We were done. We were almost completely done. The lawn released from its white cast, it was a smothered-color green.
We had a trickster day of 55 degrees last week. Now it’s just being mean. One, two, three, four, five, six – seven inches on the branches. Maybe a foot on the ground. The bushes with new white crew-cuts. More snow than we’ve gotten all winter when we thought winter was done. There was sun. We could feel it. Now snow angels disappear as quickly as they’re laid. Everything’s gone white again.
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