Ah, the false promise of spring. Those precious warm days that tease me into believing something has changed and perhaps for the better. I tune up my bike and pack away the mittens. Make all sorts of plans for this fresh, new season that's upon us. Then I wake to howling winds and blowing snow and realize that with this, like so many things, I have once again jumped the gun.
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