Excuse Me. I am so sorry to intrude I know you weather gods are hopelessly busy I don’t mean to be a bother I know you are in meetings about the present climate situation And there are more pressing concerns I do understand But… Continue Reading “Excuse Me. Hullo? It is March!! What is with the Snow!?”
The sky spent the day in the same heavy dirty white of the earth. The horizon defined by barely melting snow soil. It was eerie with stillness.