I ran through the cemetery the other morning….it was early and overcast and lush and beautiful. As I ran through the iron gate, breathed in the wet spring air and saw the glowing lacy dogwood surrounded by green I took a deep breath and realized that I MADE IT!!! The leaves are fully on the trees, the flowers are out, my body is thawing. I can breath. I made it through the winter. Luckily the beauty of the short Boston spring magically fades the bitterness of winter and I fall in love with Boston again.
Life is good.
And you didn't even come to the desert for March like you were supposed to! Darn it! Maybe next year.
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