Tuesday, February 1, 2011

It's only February 1st

The sky is so low you can reach up and touch its icy shards. Crusty snow banks have made a maze where neighbors exchange miserable grumbles. My boys' bodies have broken out in angry rashes, and the dog's arthritis, aggravated by the cold, makes him hobble on three paws. It is hard to detect the lengthening of the days under this persistent darkness.
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