Strong wind ruffled and floated pink snow across lawns and sidewalks ~ settled to a steady breeze.
Evening sky has faded to pale blue ~ clouds banished past the horizon.
Only hot pinks, green growth, glints of gold and purple shades satisfy the dream of springtime.
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is.
And when you’ve got it, you want - oh, you don’t quite
know what it is you do want, but it just fairly
makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
~ Mark Twain
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