Never Ending Winter

     It seemed winter would never come.  November became December, and still snow evaded.  If only snow had floated leisurely from the sky, if only the temperatures had plummeted, then perhaps I could have been a little more inclined to get into the spirit of Christmas.   A white Christmas wasn’t to be and soon the New Year dawned. 

     Once the holidays were a memory, the snow arrived, the wind chill factor became a daily concern, and barely into the new semester, snow days were inevitable and midwinter break was officially lost.  And so winter begins; now, I am longing for spring.

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