Though today’s forecast included warmth, winter didn’t release its clutch. I could see my breath … and it’s April. The trees, decorated with spring yesterday, looked naked today. The chill muted the green until everything felt brown. Apparently, spring is a feeling — subjective.
Still, at 9:30 am, Bo put on rain boots three sizes too big and charged into…
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