This morn, all by me lonesome, I tried on all my shorts and skirts and summer t-shirts and tops, all in different combinations with different sandals.
I see this green, green grass seeping up (can a thing seep up?) through the melting snow, and the temps are almost, almost balmy, and I am so excited to bike through the summer streets of nighttime I can hardly stand it.
We're in for another winter storm, I hear. March is the snowiest month, I hear. It will be 8 degrees tonight, I hear.
I'm just waiting for something new.
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