I am quickly coming to terms with the fact that, outside of a surprise trip to Florida from The Partner (one can hope), I probably won't see green grass again until May.
Truth be told, there is a certain beauty to the white landscape. And this isn't my first Maine winter, so its not like I'm not used to snow.
But when I lived in Portland, there was small chance of a January thaw, even if only for a day or so. Here, there's a better chance of Joe Lieberman voting with Democrats than there is a mid-winter thaw.
Don't know where I'm going with this. I was just trying to look through the ice encased windows at the blowing snow, and got the realization.
So you know what that means - when I don't know what else to write, I throw it back to you. How do you know its winter where you are?
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