March 17, 2011

Spring's Winning

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Let's all take a deep breath and exhale. Ahhhhhhh. Spring. 

Today felt like a collective sigh. St. Patrick's Day and the beginning of NCAA Tournament started—Pitt won—sure signs of spring. The sun warmed and the breeze was without a chill. Brown grass and mud are as common as snowbanks and ice and soon the latter will win out.

Winter had begun to feel like a rut. We were stuck, frozen, in it. The days were going by but there was no progress. Cold day after cold day monotony. Finally, we've snapped out of it. The stagnate doldrums of winter are gone. And my shovel is toast. 

It feels a little strange writing about spring when I know that I'll be driving away from it, North on Rt. 16 into Pinkham Notch, in a little over a week. Matt called me from Pinkham last night, although he might be exaggerating a little,  he said the snowbanks are 14' high. I'm not worried though. I'll enjoy the my bonus winter, just like I'll enjoy my drive back to spring every four days for my time off. 


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