Proof

This morning’s temps smacked me in the face with an arctic blast.  We hovered somewhere around 26 degrees at 7am.  My car required an extra 3 minutes of intimate one-on-one time with my defroster.  Then I forgot to grab a mug of hot breakfast tea for the ride to work.  At least I had heat.

Doesn’t this picture just make you feel cold?  You can see the frost on the plants and on all the blades of grass and the sky is still waking up, though not quite able to grab hold of the pink and orange of the sun that will surely warm it up. 

P.S. ~ Dear Spring, please hurry.

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About Dena

I'm a suburban Clevelander by way of Oklahoma City, by way of North Florida, by way of Southern Maryland, by way of Upper Michigan, by way of Northern Italy, by way of Lower Michigan, by way of Texas. Because of living in so many places, I have something in common with almost everyone I meet. I love reading, writing, and American history (especially reading or writing about American history). I'm interested in culture of place, historical trauma, and writing about the kinds of histories most people don't know about.
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