A few days ago we got one of those March snows I loved so much when I was college. Here, where we don't get an awful lot of snow to begin with, snow in March is winter's last gift. Unlike in colder climates, snow is not terribly bothersome here. It rarely sticks around long enough to turn into gray, murky slush. You almost never need to shovel because everything in the city comes to a screeching halt at the slightest threat of snow, so no one is going anywhere. Your only responsibilities are to toss something cozy in the crock pot, brew up some hot cocoa and enjoy the spectacle.
Snow in March is only a reminder of the season that has nearly passed. This weekend it will be 72. The trees have already started to bloom. In a few weeks, the empty spaces left by bare branches will begin to close up. Fresh, nearly translucent green will be abundant. The tulips, planted with hope in February, will push all the way up, bringing with them promises fulfilled.
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