just a memory

sun, clouds and more sun –
fickle mother nature’s moods
change by the minute

just a memory
remains of the last snowfall
spring still far away

and still we’re waiting
another white-washed morning
is not too much to ask
to break up this tedium
in all of our humdrum lives

[2:00 PM]
It’s amazing to realize that it’s winter here and it seems more like March than January.

I wish I could say something was going to happen, but the weather report is still only calling for rain. It’s like last season (or maybe the season before that) when Ayeka and I went skiing to find the slopes melting more than anything else. Each day’s been up in the fifties, which bodes poorly for another showing of the white stuff.

It goes to show – the only snow that I’m going to see, for a while, is in my haigas…