A winter, however mild, so tenacious its agonizing.
But all around there are signs.
Portents of the warmth to come.
And like the last leg of some protracted footrace, relief is in sight.
But before heat can gain momentum we must contend with further oscillations.
Perhaps the reason this skittish season presents such maligned frustration is due to its proximity.
For tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow Spring in all its comfort will descend and, this time, stay.
But not quite yet.
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