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Today, after a long stretch of bitter cold I feel the warmth of the sun. The temperature rises out of the single digits. Wrapped in my winter gear I head out for a walk. The snow from last week is still heavy and appears to have lost its gleam. The wind is eerily silent and the trees no longer creak and groan in protest of the harsh weather.
The sky is a wonderful shade of cobalt blue deep and rich. Overhead a small flock of ducks search out a place to land. I quicken my steps as I know where they are headed to the small cove where the water doesn’t freeze. It is spring fed and here a lone goose spends the cold winter days with occasional visiting ducks. Hurriedly, I step in the hard crunching snow making my way down the bank. I need to check on the goose. Hand on my heart I see her and breathe a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, spring will arrive earlier than expected and melt all this snow away. Making room for daffodils and spring dreams.
winter's grip is strong
groundhog's shadow prediction
crows caw a warning
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